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doors - ben beal lyrics

[verse 1: ben beal]
(j)
mason jar full of verses that i didn’t even start
hidden scars tell me who i am and who you really are
the stars on the ceiling of the studio distract the kid
frank sinatra sued me, so i’ll probably fire back at him
i’m mad patsy, eating pasta pomodoro
eight days of this maneuver, while still denouncing the tour*a
the portion is still fresh, ice in my still breath
getting threats, check the line, we were last but now we’re next
heath ledger, while i’m standing on his balcony
way too many stars that my grandma placed in the galaxy
watch the phoenix rise from the blunt*scr*ps
the embers fuel the boom*bap
i’m too lost on two tabs on blue raps
it’s too hard to pass a motherf*cking class
i’d rather get sh*t on, while i spend my time out to rap
greg owed me 5k, so i k!lled that ho
it took me two days in la to miss my snow
go
[chorus: ben beal]
and i’ve been trying to open all these doors
i just hope that i can catch a peak
and i’ve been in new york for too long
but there’s no other place i’d wanna be
so we’re travelling, travelling
to nowhere
we’ve travelling, travelling
to nowhere

[verse 2: will kobus]
six empty water bottles resting by my feet
brother’s disorganized, don’t never fix they sheets
a perfect storm within a chambre
mind my feelings, obsolete
lost a lot when cleaning up they sp*ce, they don’t want it then delete
the mess they make and they retain, dispose, repeat
constant bickering that drew me too the sound of sweet relief
loathing for stillness, tending to grief
thermostat been running up, my granny tampered with degrees
seems reaching resolutions [?] and t**th
finna stall my stubborn nature with the tendence to receive
a sense of hope, i’m too compulsive as i’m breaking down the tree
my eyes level, we see level, n*ggas cheef
dispelling fallacies, my habitat composing, bound my genes
or rather, care for [?], spliffs they wrestle with the seeds
keeping my head low, moving discrete
my dawg pierre is always tethered to the street
[?] to separate between the two
can of [?] out too long [?]
lady, transparent, sip the medicine for me
ain’t got time for n*ggas beating around the bush
keeping liars out of sight, this comforts overlooked
ooh, harley, i’m talking to [?]
about his fair of speaking falsely, cause lately he’s been partially
getting caught in critical perception, get exhausting
[chorus: ben beal]
and i’ve been trying to open all these doors
i just hope that i can catch a peak
and i’ve been in new york for too long
but there’s no other place i’d wanna be
so we’re travelling, travelling
to nowhere
we’ve travelling, travelling
to nowhere

- ben beal lyrics

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