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interlude - chris ray's music lyrics

say it one more time, please
i*i just need you
say it one more time, please
i just need you
i just need you

uh
been doing this sh*t with tears in my eyes
barely years on my thighs
didn’t take many nights crying to realize the belt on my behind
wasn’t punishment, natural results of thinking
out of the box
wasn’t mischievous but d*mn right, a troublemaker
making trouble for declarations
in need of my independence
don’t chance the rapper, chris ray
in the pen, dance pen tip penmanship to paper composition
comе position yourself face*to*face to mе
this is not a friendly competition, see

the emcee mississippi needs
n*ggas be jotting names
and b*tches be jocking game
and bullets be jacking every spirit
hard to decipher the difference
between dead and the living
50 homicides and we ain’t even seen the summer, n*gga
more than a hundred twenty in the year of 2020
sh*t made record books
while i listened to them records, look
i decree college degrees don’t magically decrease
the 99 problems to power of infinity
for the likes of you and me
you know, skin tones of ebony
it’ll be screwed up this christmas in july
if an ebenezer scrooge was mad at my presence
as if his feelings are precedent
no man above me. not even the president
no woman above me. not even the president
but let’s all take this moment
handclap for the vice president

not too political
just an individual
who is spiritual, uh
50 187s in these jackson, mississippi streets
50 187s if you try to step to me on beat
and kt got a lot of those
the ocean be yo body’s home

l!ckity l!ck my d*ckity d*ck
i’m k!lling these n*ggas
you l!ckity split
i b rabbit with the wordplay
not an 8 mile reference
i said, “i be rabid with the wordplay”
yo mistake if you parlay the words i say
but best believe i get my target like a liam neeson marksman
at no point in my life was i impressed with f*cking b*tches
never my agenda. i just wanted someone that was down for me

her p*ssy got the grippies
in high school, wanted griffeys
my mentality was always swing for the fence
tryna rob n*ggas of they shine
so the wall, i’m bout to climb

you do that sh*t for these n*ggas
you do that sh*t for these b*tches
you do that sh*t for these digits
i do this sh*t for my spirit
so i know that you gone feel it
i’m hurt but soon, i’ll be healing
i’m living out my death sentence
do what i want. this sh*t simple
i know sometimes i be sinful
i know sometimes i be spinning
i know sometimes i be spending my salary
but it’s for beats to compliment exclusive sh*t that i be spitting

i let you bump that bull inside yo stereo
the world is full of merry hoes
going round and round like 20 pegasus
with antennas constantly tuned to petty sh*t
but i wanna say “f*ck my vices”
cause it don’t matter if i’m nicest
if i die tonight
or get k!lled tonight
or k!ll myself tonight
my eyelids kryptonite
cause sleep to me feel like a n*gga
buried above ground
50% of the time, thoughts in my head come alive
and multiple times in my mind contemplated suicide
but between life and death
which to sue and side with?
between life and death
which to sue and side with?
persephone on my left
and gabriel on my right

“n0body f*cking cares. i’ll take care of you down here”
what do i do? what do i do?

“think of those you’re hurting
the lord didn’t make you worthless”

i think about the love i lost
“i think about the love i gained”
i know we all must live and die
“but death, i wanna expedite”
i got no more tears to cry
“but you still got pain inside”
ion think they hear me, now!
“i think i’m bout to lay it down”

then i realize this does not effect just me
suicide effects the letters that are first three
it’s u and i (s*u*i)
it’s u and i (s*u*i)
and if you can believe what i say into this mic
the first time i had this thought
was when i was age 5

- chris rays music lyrics

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