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file 69 - ​marluxiam lyrics

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if i rapped the way my dad wanted, he want me speaking on flows that i can’t keep up with
like the bpm too high, but he can’t get enough of it
staying on beat, staying in the same place
19 years old, but he still want me, actin 8

always trying to tell the truth and never tell a lie
but the n*gga looking at my face and giving me those eyes
i don’t, i don’t like folding under pressure
never taught about the weather

checking on my phone, trying to see what’s up
check the newsletter
nothing but war and famine
ask them up here in philly, they tell you about raud and “man man”

no sweat, these n*ggas can object to everything i speak, but i can’t give up yet
f*ck that
recording in the closet, all my sk!lls, i hide it
my father is a hater, moving slow like biden

objecting to the system i grew up in
ain’t doing sh*t to change it, but i ain’t going for it
i’m avoiding them, spoiling them
keeping all my sh*t inside

i don’t like to talk about the sh*t that bothers me at night
but no one does
no one talks for fun
i don’t want to tell you about the sh*t i’m going through on my own, no
whispering for help because i know i can’t be loud
i can’t tell you about the truth because i know i’m not allowed
so, i’ma tell you about a n*gga who was super easy or a b*tch that was sleazy
i’ma rap about some sh*t that’s super freaky, but i know that’s not the truth

i don’t want to tell you about what’s really happening in my, in my soul, in my gut
everything about me, everything it really hurt, i’m*
everybody think i’m moving weird, i just move in silence
i just don’t got enough time to tell you about it

but that’s how my father would make me rap
rapping on beats like this, a little of that
i could do it all, but i don’t want to
i’d rather sing about some bullsh*t, you know

like, making songs like bad blood was fun
or making sh*t like you don’t have to know, you know
yeah, i had to run, i had the time, i had my own spotlight
but now i’m working extra hard, trying to keep the limelight

they asking me for them lyrics, but baby, it’s not serious
you don’t need all them words, baby, you just need to hear it
plus it take me mad long, trying to write the rhymes
how you think this sh*t come out? baby, time to time

alright, i’ve been rapping way too long, it’s been two minutes
i’ma end it off right here, yeah, thanks for listening

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