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chances . - bennybob lyrics

(syndrome on the beat, so you know it slap)

[verse 1: bennybob]
living it so mean, it feels unusual
people round the bend, never catholic, institutional
you look up to god, you look up to your pupils
i see it as too cruel, useful info into google, yeah
83 beats, there is no ‘used to be me’
eradicate, no better way than a letter, no decease
elaborate, in any case i could of put you to sleep
i choose not to, i choose to be neutral, retreat
cause i moved backwards, the synonyms for backpedal, no back trace
unwelcome to here, no regressive sh*t, no incomes, misplaced
put you in a trance, this sh*t you do i won’t embrace
i could throw 5 dollars in the air, you’ll take it, and i rest my case
texting her “where you at? come on, send coordinates”
you focused on my voice, but trust me there so much more to this
i miss my shot and i fumbled the bag, how unfortunate
never gave me support, so where was it when my anger turned permanent?
i promise you, i’ve seen some things that would make you cry
i’ve seen more and more broken dreams and shattered lives (life)
no lie
when i used to see this sh*t, you had to be tough to survive
evidence gone, disappeared when i close my eyes
most of the stuff that i say, it’s so hard to believe
from all the highs to the lows, it’s so hard to conceive
the good, the bad, the ugly, the mean
but all and all, i’ve stayed true to all of my f*cking dreams
[verse 2: flywayy]
i’m a different breed, i think that i’m a martian (i’m a what?)
cause when i shout aloud, the whole city marching (yeah, they do)
some nights i can’t eat, i feel i’m starving (hah, man)
but one day, you gon’ see all the checks that i’m charging (that’s true)
i stick to the puff that i’m carving (100)
all the talk, man it’s so so jarring (shut the f*ck up)
made bread, only thing that’s important (that’s true)
you think that i’m a baker, with the bread i’m importing (hah)
they don’t like the jokers, gangky pit top (uh*huh)
no i ain’t a driller, but he was still shook (p*ssy)
get whacked with a stick, no i ain’t talking a drum (drumstick)
leave man on a puff because he broke, yeah you’re a bum (yeah he is)
don’t care what he said, all these man they talk dumb (yeah they do)
take it serious, no i just do it for fun (hah)
i’m making it famous, i put that on my son (yeah)
remember the name, flyaway, i ain’t done (nah i ain’t)
remember the name, flyaway, i ain’t done

[outro: marlo stanfield aka jamie hector from the wire]
(when we bounce from this sh*t here, y’all going to go down on them corners and let the people*)

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