Headphones
Headphones have gotten me through a lot, thieve gotta everyone else through a lot as well.
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I put my headphones on
so I can keep on rapping and I can keep my head up
I press play on that song
Its like I’m running track cuz I wanna keep a leg up
you best check yo tone
You don’t know whats best better go and pick the bread up
MY heart is set in stone
like Malcom meet me in the middle I won’t never let up
You know what fuck it… fine.. I’m fed up
I don’t feel like working 48 hours a week to pick the bread up
you aint got no motive I’m taking off like aviation
Fictapelli spits syllables to motivate the nation
Bitch get movin bitch quit snoozing
Quit sleeping on my shit while I’m out and makin moves man
these lyrics that I’m fusing these bars that I’m abusing
and how I can make a song in seconds it’s amusing
im not sweet toaster strudel I want to meet most of you too
and I’m talking bout the people who bump my shit saying its brutal
im afraid of my rhymes becoming too dull
and I’m dedicated to this shit like rap to me is tribunal
And Ill keep on rapping as long as there is still humans
even if there wasn’t ill still rap and you’ll soon learn
That I rap for myself I don’t rap for no-one else
Except maybe for my mom but mainly for my health
Im going in fast with the stealth like double O seven
Put two O’s in yo six an watch you go to heaven
So hold on for just a second let me find hope
Give me a minute let me get my headphones on
I put my headphones on
so I can keep on rapping and I can keep my head up
I press play on that song
So I can run the track and I can keep a leg up
you best check yo tone
You don’t know whats best better go and pick the bread up
MY heart is set in stone
like Malcom meet me in the middle I won’t never let up
If I’m in heaven then hell
im surprised I’m not in hell
I know I was baptized but still
im wondering why I am here
Is it cuz of god
Is it cuz what Im on
i keep aiming up in the sky
I swear I’m so alive
im biting the bread like a baby who is teething
Im not taking my meds like the rappers who be feaning
to never count heads and thats the truth that they deemed
I put the green in the water bong with the heat now its steaming
Seriously how can you say that you really care
When you just sit there and constantly stare
But when I need you you’re never right there
They keep saying give you chance but fuck I’m so scared
im a senior are a freshman
Im a lyrical genius and you’re just a yes man
you’re just the hype man and you just rap alright man
But you say you got bars I just say alright man
I put my headphones on
so I can keep on rapping and I can keep my head up
I press play on that song
So I can run the track and I can keep a leg up
you best check yo tone
You don’t know whats best better go and pick the bread up
MY heart is set in stone
like Malcom meet me in the middle I won’t never let up
Imma go in and rip it like its beyblade
I don’t give a fuck about you or what they say
© Noah Wiggs 2018
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