paroles de chanson Hard Goodbye (feat. Slbls, Sogi Yhaman, 724x & Agee Flame) - The Neverending Mixtape

Never been a sentimental person
Looking to the past is a burden
Trauma pops up like a curse
Digging up old dirt, old hurt
Still thinking I deserve it
Ever since a kid, I've been better when I'm working
Being laid back feels worthless
Always need a task or a purpose
Everything I have, yeah, I earned it
No small chat, don't act like you're curious
All you wanna ask's on the surface
You don't really care through the curtains
Quit with the mask, stop smiling in cursive
Sorry not sorry, learning how to be assertive
Cause social situations make me nervous
I'm never really feeling too certain
But trying to change that in these verses
Version 2.0 in the flow been lurking
A person who was pent up with rage and pensive of change
Until I put the pen the page to pencil the pain
Now the penance is paid and every day
I'm
Growing real slow, but I'm pressing the gas
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm not gonna crash
Still fear getting old, seeing time on the dash
But life is a flash
That's why I never relax
Don't lil bro me like the bullies in class
They would show no peace, always throwing my bag
All of 'em laughed
Funny how now they're wanting it back
Calling me gas out loud like they never attacked
Someone get me a match and let me take out the trash

I'm just tired, man
I'm just fucking tired
I wake and look at the news and it's the same shit over and over
What's the point
The world ain't riding for us
So we riding on them

Decadent, elegant
A walk up down the sidewalk made eyes talk
Spark of confrontation, leaving bodies in white chalk
Feels like fry lock
Frame lighter than stem cells
Had the world stuck at a standstill
Planning total domination, war cry the whore eye
Shine green
About the money by all means
Capitalist take your grandma put her organs on the triple beam
For a lick of cream promise you the scene
Now you turn to fiend
The you from origin can't be found, can't be seen
Paper corrupts from layman to the diplomats
Word is bond, sick of these sycophants
Committing sick offense for dividends
Cap corrupt our bodies down to ligaments with no way out
I guess we'll get paid into extinction
Come on yo
Let's fade into distinction
Compete this dangerous diction, the fiction
The potions I was mixing
To get made in dereliction
Something like some ayahuasca
Should have knocked you off your feet with a straight edge
With the roster
Have you forgetting you was human, full cooked and dripped like pasta
Sogi Yhaman, the medical straight concoctor
Chemical combat, contact cerebellum
Leaving you limp with your arms back
Like six shots to your parabellum
Only find your body cause through the bricks they can smell 'em
I'm sick of it, I try to tell 'em

It's the same old
It's the same old shit
It's the same old
It's the same old shit
It's the same old
Life gave me eyes for the game, oh
If you tryna build me up, you should say so
Heart feeling heavy from the stress of it
Like hearts on the menu of a passive kid
I'm far from my trap, it's the same old shit