Текст песни Doors at Seven - Marx feat. Fast T

Light a joint with the candlewick
So dope, so scandalous
So broke, yo who you dancing with?
No hope, just go and handle shit
We would have killed you for the stairs
No one gave a fuck but now it seems nobody cares
I miss the days of he who dares
The sentiment as effective as your thoughts and prayers
Speak truth, I am Groot, constant new recruits
But can they lay it down in the booth?
I'm impatiently waiting for my student loan to come through
Part man, part drum loop
I put the work in, my energy another person
Uncut raw, like before, but a different version
I'm still learning, rewind the tape, shift the burden
Sacred verses, my dart pierce and split the surface
You A&Rs want the next thing
I'm riding round in a X-wing
Sorry I wasn't what you expected
We're still clamoring to make the best out of Brexit
I took the train, I was getting up
In my day, the way we would train was by getting fucked
Making major moves, but still getting stuck
All them old fake fools think I'm sweating, fuck
Come to think of it I might be
Do the right thing, no Spike Lee
I write these with a fresh slice of white meat
And I don't rap on them fucking type beats
Forget your rhymes at the best of times
No substance, can't stand the test of time
Your puny punchlines can't attempt to step to mine
Get me two cokes, with extra limes
I love seeing people succeed
I hate formula hoppers, that sucks chief
You a little kid, go play with Chucky
Oh you're on the scene? Don't give a fuck, beef?
Nah, I could do without a target
Especially not a fool I can't even trade bars with
I spit real rap, I preach real talk
This ain't a diss track but yo, fuck a Lil Fog