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teardrops [outro] - tylr c lyrics

(verse 1)
winning and losing
i’m feeling so useless
tie up the nooses
you could call me a nuisance
you could tell me i’m clueless
you could tell me i’m foolish
so here’s a solution
no more excuses
put this bullet in and aim this b-tch right at my head
my f-cking bulletin it’s written all without a pen
and f-ck if you ain’t listening i do it all again
but this time it’s better then my last
i could shatter all these rappers wit all they hot trash
take you back to brain matter i was dwelling on my past
but it don’t even matter they don’t wanna hear my raps
don’t care about these chapters i should throw em in the trash
leave all this sh-t behind
go on wit my life
there’s one thing that ain’t missing
it’s my motherf-cking pride
all my past decisions
reason why i’m on the decline

n i don’t wanna go back (no)
n i don’t wanna go back (yea)
no, i don’t wanna go back (no)
no, i don’t wanna go back (no)

(verse 2)
so who the f-cks gonna listen?
tell me what me what the h-ll i’m missing?
i don’t even know i’m trapped just reminiscing
1,000 d-mn notes in fact there’s more that could be lifted
i ain’t got no wishes
i know that i’m different
i’m thankful that i’m living
but these angles got me livid
i could f-cking strangle every last one of you b-tches
and it wouldn’t make a difference
cause none of you authentic
i can see all yo genetics
caught up wit another domestic
you smoking synthetics
i get my sh-t straight from the medics
get yo sh-t together boy
you so god d-mn pathetic
the murder mittens what the f-ck i’m representing
all these verses written just to teach these b-tches lessons
on a universal mission and it’s f-cking never ending
so don’t you ever question
my intelligence
or my due diligence
flows excellent
so heaven scent

(verse 3)
they hop on the mic
and they all get to lying
this sh-t isn’t right
man, these rappers hardly trying
flow biting and siding
my righteous ain’t hiding
bow down to yo highness keeping the cult riding
i ain’t even lying
super perfect timing
if i knew i was dying
i’d light up before i’m crying
no one touching us wit all these hits that i’m supplying
we only going up and you can’t even deny it
this weed be my sidekick
roll the devils lettuce
tell me the seventh letter
h-ll or f-cking heaven?
i don’t know where i’m headed
super evil presence
sick of all these peasants
i don’t got no confessions
engineering my profession
i don’t f-ck with much compression
beat switching realistic
you ain’t feeling my flows
you must be kidding all yo b-tching
it gets really old
straight boom bap
straight smooth tracks
i could never look back

- tylr c lyrics

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