paroles de chanson Catharsis Freestyle - Prince Predator

Yo

Sometimes you just

I don't know man

Yeah
Ay
Ah

I heard them call me
Derelict, unfair, but that's my cross to bear, I carry it
Whereabouts, no guarantees, I'm married to obscurity
Privacy, I cherish it. Fraternize if sparingly
Embarrassed I need cannabis to carry me to clarity

Fearful of transparency, I'm pissing off my therapist
Expose the undercarriage and you'll notice the disparity
A merit based establishment, the lie they chose to brandish just to
Cultivate your habits, keep you focused on your status (ah)

Redemption arc enacted, Pred is back from near catastrophe
Stepped back off that balcony to skip my date with gravity
Malice in my chalice, I like to lace it with apathy
Reality's invalid, I seek to challenge the fallacy

Mad at me that's sad to see I caught wind of your chattering
Thanks to your ass-hattery, my back has grown a battery
Sterling rep like Slattery, enchantingly olfactory
The smell upon my neck-romances gods to let cadavers speak

Cacophony clacking to rob my mind of its majesty
Self awareness maxed and fine tuned to the pitch of agony
Know my soul is blackened like after Virginia Madsen got
Burnt up like Michael Jackson, emerged more ravaged than Anakin

Candyman, I'm clapping back at every alabaster bastard
With audacity to cast my label in enchantment call you
Crispus Attucks, first nigga to pass when I do massacre
I'm all about that action while you
Pump fake like a Braxton Hicks con-

Tractual obligations abandoned, a power play, plus I
Pranced in an hour late my antics left a sour taste
Denizen of the outer space; they can't explain my patterns
Crazy grammar, like my cake as batter and my Sega Saturn

Ladies pampered but unshaven that carpet magic, Aladdin
Do it match the drapes? Don't matter long as it's brazen and scattered
Call me phantom of the operatic, random to a fault sporadic
Twist that ass I like my MILFs Elastigirl, don't be dramatic

Savage with the rap gymnastics, handsome to a fault, attractive
Damaged to the core I'm trash, don't even get me started
It's a memoir from the brokenhearted
Let downs will deform and tarnish
Sprouts planted that form the artist
Don't doubt it it's all catharsis

I remember damage
Then escape
Then adrift in a stranger's galaxy for a long time
I have found you nine times before, maybe ten
And I will find you again
Until the last time
I always do
I find you because I know you
And I know you because we are the same
You know your end point when you reach it