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Cheat Code

 

Cheat Code

(альбом: Funhouse Mirror - 2019)


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shouts to Ian's beard, it looks phenomenal
Just wonderful shape-up
Look, hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up, what it do?
I been feeling outta place for like a month or two
I been in and outta spaces I ain't comfortable
I been semi-functional-alcoholic living
I been rising, though, despite it
I been hearing lots of riot in the quiet
I been feeling like my life is at that point, it's fight or flight
It's pen and mic, it's settle or keep appetitus
So much more than what it coulda been
All these doors, I gotta push 'em in
I want more, but look around homie, shit, I got a lot
Would you rather cry in mansion or be singing in the cot?
Some nights I be thinking thoughts, others I be thinking thots
Scrollin, scrollin, scrollin, stomach all in sinking knots
But yo, long as I'm never thinking "stop"
My spirit day to day but he gon' play tomorrow, watch, muh

I ain't chasing rainbows
I live in the rain; life is more than a pot of gold
Like the way you hit them angles but I can't stay around too long
Yo, I gotta go (gotta go!)
Ain't nothing out here a free-throw (free-throw!)
W could be better, homie, we know (we know!)
We been out here looking for the cheat codes (cheat codes!)
It was in the work all along

All along, all along, shit I couldn't call it, dog
Wall Street, the Autobahn, problem, problem, problems dog
All the all the all the smog, everybody wanna look outside for inner peace
All exempt to our critique
So much life could be created but your attitude on condom, dog
Want the fire? Then it's hours that we gotta log
We created players, fuck these lil' style attributes
We bought 'em all, what happens when we got 'em all?
All I know's I got a lot to prove
I'm gon' show I got a lot to lose
This world cold, we got a lot to do with it
Trying be opportunistic while they trying to induce quitting on honorable missions
Told 'em stop being different and they should be indifferent
I said but if we did and if we lived it like we said we would
I think that smile we been looking for is in the mud
I was swimming in the mud
I was drowning in the liquor
I was stuck, now I'm up, yeah
Now I'm up, ain't no cheating in my blood
Fuck the weakness can't defeat this type of tough muhfucka, hold up

I ain't chasing rainbows
I live in the rain; life is more than a pot of gold
Like the way you hit them angles but I can't stay around too long
Yo, I gotta go (gotta go!)
Ain't nothing out here a free-throw (free-throw!)
W could be better, homie, we know (we know!)
We been out here looking for the cheat codes (cheat codes!)
It was in the work all along

Mirror, mirror, I don't look like me
But would I know me if you showed me?
Mirror, mirror, I don't look like me
Tell me whatchu know about it
If you was me, shit, tell me how you'd go about it
Dying to eat where the table ain't clean, no
But clothes expensive
And the souls aren't cheap though
I been on the offensive
Like ya'll don't know me, ya'll write yo shit in pencil
My pen is my sword and I fence through this fence
You can see me I'm fighting so hard to resent you
One taste of air I was conditioned for
So let the breeze blow, blow, blow
I won't indulge my woes
Feel like everybody like me now but no one love me no more
They all want talk to me but don't want me no more
If I don't make it all the way they gon' pump me for sure
Man I know it, man I know it
Reflection in the glass so I'm pouring man, I'm pouring
10 close to E from all the motion, keep the tears inside
So feel like my stomach rowing in the storm now
Already tired but they all up on my form
How can I keep 'em satisfied when I'm worn down?
When deep inside I crave the life that I've torn down for 'em just a little bit
It's getting harder and harder to give a shit
I'm getting farther and farther from simple shit
They say you ain't scared of falling, you scared to jumping
Sometimes I'm scared and ashamed of the shit I want

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