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Supa Bwe

Still Can't Find Happines (Bonus Track)

 

Still Can't Find Happines (Bonus Track)

(album: Finally Dead - 2017)


Supa
Magic
Freddy
Yeah, I'm magic

Yeah, my opps are average, I'm savage bitch, my soul is cavernous
Found the root to all my hate, still can't find happiness
Guess I don't know what happy is
Just like every champion
Just like every other genie who don't fit the lamp he in

Coach made us run laps again 'cause I made whole squad laugh again
Always in the hallways because I don't know what class I'm in
Graduated, don't know how I made it, but I couldn't wait
Waited tables waiting for that moment, for that special break
Nothing came, ten years later ego on novacaine
'Cause I read all the shit they say, so I work harder every day
Used to wash the dishes, freestyle with them niggas every break
Swearing to them niggas I'ma make it 'cause I'm not afraid
To say what seems like commonplace
Trite remarks from renegades
My ego let my soul betray
Had to learn to meditate
'Cause how much can one mortal take?
Medusa on my ass tryna make me face my past but I'm stoned today
Ayy, ayy, memories are stowaways
Ayy, Xanax make 'em go away
Ayy, Xanax make 'em go away
Ayy, ayy, Xanax make 'em, Xanax make 'em go away
I'm not an optimist or Magneto, I'm more apocalypse
I'm often off it, hopping out the coffin, popping out again
You are not a man, young man analysis, you far from having it
My opps are lazy so I'm breathing coming back again

Yeah, my opps are average, I'm savage bitch, my soul is cavernous
Found the root to all my hate, still can't find happiness
Guess I don't know what happy is
Just like every champion
Just like every other genie who don't fit the lamp he in

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