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camelot - whyae lyrics

wake up, wipe the crumbs out my eyes
must figure out who’s callin’ me and why
it’s my main man
aion of grayland
he said i finished the beat, wake up jeff
we got plans

so i did
30 minutes later out the door in the whip
quick cuz i got bars to kick
that hit harder than spartan fist on spartacus
i spark my cig speed down 376
in the yellow subaru like on 46th and bliss
the train is coming soon, don’t wanna miss the sh*t

never ended up moving to queens that year
the crib in el barrio, east side switching gears

now nearly 4 years in harlem
one in greenpoint where l lost my mind
i call that expensive time
mania became the problem
never could i stop my rhyme
tho i lost good homies
some fallouts i was the cause of
houston i know i couldn’t solve em
mute the playback
man i need to find charger
used to, way back, filling notebooks, my bars touch
not just each other but mother f*cking hearts bruh

plug my phone in
my ways i had to alter
started taking meds and talking to the doctor
hospitalized twice, bpd 2, schizoid tendencies, shouting in the streets like john proctor
memories that never leave
past relationships i grieve
both my grandpas gone
pops going bald like mr clean
sh*ts crazy to me
still like a baby to moms
she say that i will always be
spark the bonsai tree
used to wanna be built like wayne
and now i wanna be built like me
compute the strength, my brain the cpu
go great lengths to do what i do
i play in my own league
i’ve been pacing myself
paving my own lane, the cement clean
hope i don’t end up, early grave, potential unseen
untapped, so i’m tapped in
passcode on a touch screen, see
rappin to me is about truth
not jacking a scene
support the youth
don’t sh*t on something you could never be
invest in the future
spreading love is like planting seeds
support the culture
if you blind now, you gotta plan to see
i think i like it
aion peep my writing
something gave me the idea to talk about what’s inside and
not hold back a single thing i had on my mind
made this the outro, i had to show up right on time
hoping when you hear my flow
you feel what i feel when i spit the rhyme
we always got that give and go
producer on point dropping dimes

in the pocket, never know what i’ll rock with
the ever*winding tales of the beatsmith and the jot*smith
sorry to all my friends that i changed up
plot twist
but i’m back better than ever, and we still dropping hot sh*t

- whyae lyrics

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