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homie freestyle - b-rent (ky) lyrics

it’s been a long time but im back on the grind
back back in your mind
back back right on time
its been a long time but im back to k!ll the ryhme,
i’m committing verbal crimes,
but im not servin time
cause im feelin pretty spicy
things are getting dicey
f*cked up mentally, struggling financially
tryna rationally perform this rackety rhapsody
feelin pretty tacky, hope they don’t attack me
i can already predict my “where are they now page”
imma be chillin in a ditch layin next to a 12 gauge
i’ve always been told imma blow people away
guess it was bout time i realized it was gonna be me
i’m not livin past 40, old people bore me
i’d rather go cold turkey then chill at the derby
people talk big when they see you getting big
keep talkin your sh*t cause you finna get hit b*tch
sock em up, beat em up, kick em to the f*ckin dust
then give em a hand and pick em up
they hopin i don’t double up
people always askin why i say the sh*t i say
cause at the end of the day man
it turns out, i’m a f*cked up man
with a f*cked up plan
i got multiple minds all chillin in one brain
i’m thinkin i’m sane but i’m loosin my reign
what happens when brent looses control of the main cortex
open the vortex, there’s four types of footsteps
chillin at your doorstep
waiting for you to misstep
to hit you with the horsewhip and ride out on the corvette
brent, what the f*ck are you talkin bout?
i don’t even know
please excuse me while i take out the trash
its pilin up fast, so imma dump it on the mat and reuse the same bag
oh great, you f*ckin broke brent, so it’s up to b*rent
to get the bills to pay the rent
cause hunter be beggin, and i be stressin
oh sh*t, i forgot about my rent
god d*mn
homie can’t catch a motherf*ckin break, can i?
god d*mn
i am
so god d*mn stressed
i can’t get dressed
wait yeah i can
i don’t even what im talkin about
ayo what the f*cks happenin, do i got any more personalities that wanna do the rappin?
nah

okay now back to the basics,
im coverin all my bases, i love rap more than i love punchin f*ckin rasicts
this is for my homies don’t feel nothin, they ain’t been buzzin, they feel like jumpin
wait that’s me
hi i’m brent, im clinically depressed
i’m off of my meds, and i’m cuttin loose threads
and i’m cuttin f*ckin heads off my adhd
and its k!llin me
im not vibin as much, and im lyin in sludge and im tired as f*ck
and i feel like in stuck, and im stuck in this rut, cannot bank on my luck
cause im broke as f*ck, im a motherf*ckin dumb f*ck
get me out of this mess, cause im so f*ckin stressed
and i feel like im pressed for the time in my life
so im holdin this knife, just to take out my eyes
throw those f*cks in the sky cause im leavin tonight

d*mn wtf
eh, oh well
peace

- b rent ky lyrics

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