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clouds - and beyond lyrics

[verse 1]
feeling like malcolm in the middle
john doe spit a riddle
sky falling on me you can call me chicken little
people don’t understand i’m sticking to a plan
i’m a prost-tute to the system, i work for the man
because the system pays to f-ck me every chance that it can
don’t want to be another slave, a copy, another stan, i’m not a serious black man, half cast to azkaban
one look at my complexion, and they call me f-cking tan
starting writing lyrics, i’m feeling like the man
sh-tty song on footy loops my brother’s toucan sam
comparing you to me i’m just a grain of sand
if you tell me we’ll never make it, then i’ll prove it that we, can
p-s-y-c-h-o have too many one night stand friends they come and they go
f-ck with my mental
momentos of why i started making music with my kinfolk
skip that weak sh-t, i’m only spitting innuendos

who am i, tell me who i need to be
never fit in any crowd ’cause i’m too low key
i can’t open up my heart ’cause i’m too lonely
i struggle to understand how you can love me for, me
and that’s the sh-t that f-cks me up
what the f-ck can i do my minds running a muck
it’s like i’m stuck, i need to figure out what i’m doing
my p-ssion is my purpose and that’s what i’m pursuing

[hook x2]
who am i? who am i? who am i?
how will i ever know if i never f-cking try?
reasonable doubt is like the cloud in my eye
i’m questioning these thoughts but never have a reason why

[interlude]

[verse 2]
i’m not the type to try and live my life and one day regret it
feeling sympathetic inferior feelings, feeling magnetic
attracting pathetic fakes, people acting synthetic
it’s not the sort of pain you numb with local antistatic
i, question myself
question my mental health
question if these feeling are stuck with anyone’s else
it’s like there’s a, price on my soul and if that sh-t sells, i’ll know devil too well if my perception is, h-ll
aggression, depression i’ve had this sh-t since adolescents
i had to make mistakes for them to add to lessons
but now i’m stuck in the past and it’s affecting the present
i pray my oppression, lesson, i’m under lucifer’s possession

caressing this sick mental
never been sentimental
police take down my credentials ’cause i’m way too temperamental
spit on instrumentals
write down lyrics until i’m paid for sh-t i’ve thought
i guess that’s being fundamental
imploding into my temple
i’m putting my thoughts central
so when i spit a verse nothing ends up confidential

i’ve got potential, sharpen my mind like a pencil
shavings go into a verse to try and match the tempo
i try & erase my thoughts but i rub too gentle
people acting like they don’t know me, how coincidental
a bunch of fake, fakes, fake smiles from my dental
trying to give a f-ck is me being experimental

[hook x2]
who am i? who am i? who am i?
how will i ever know if i never f-cking try?
reasonable doubt is like the cloud in my eye
i’m questioning these thoughts but never have a reason why

- and beyond lyrics

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