Текст песни 860 Life - Mawcus

I don't think they ever gave a proper introduction
What's up everybody? They really call me Mawcus
Let me guide you through Harco
Almost a million stories, can't all sound the same, right?
Two hours from the Big Apple's shadow
Two hours from where Plymouth Rock landed on us
Your first and last stop in New England
I been a OT a few (being modest)
And I still never seen a carbon copy, doppelgänger or
Spitting image that reminded me of home
Tall veils and poverty pails
Per capita upscales to the untold freedom trails
They think it's all trees (please)
Well they half right

Area codes is very known for how these kingdoms cut and sown
Humans high off they manure fumes, there's no room to share a throne
'Round the Heartbeat, I seen more shot nerves than I seen caring bones
Think Medusa in that chamber, man beware, turn stare to stone
Scoured suburbs as a stoner
We don't hope that Karen's home (we got to dip)
Cause we black and deemed as rowdy
Enjoy loud, found lair, we low, (I'm cooling)
Some see cityscape like playground
Disrespect they parents' roles (how dare you)
We too small to ball on socials
Global hot, prepare to go, (now I think they watching)
Hope you feel this cloth I'm cut from, like I only wear embossed, (feel me)
I stretch words like husky jerseys off a win, like there he go (he different)
Smell like success and blessed whiffs of piff, bitch catch my pheromones
No red herring, my Mary rolled from nuggets of knowledge, buried gold (jackpot)
Took my knocks, hard to keep private when my passion baring soul
It's been affecting me too, over-ponder, thoughts wrestle me too
Now tell them what it gestured me to, got my senses, found the heckler see-through
Feelings in my chest, and these moves of chess brought the best of me too
Best of me too

That's right
I learned a lot from where I'm from, like luck don't move the mountains
Love or hate you
They'll appraise you off what you amounting (that's just what it is)
Sparked up a fire that inspired, it ain't prone to dousing (guess what?)
And it don't matter where we go (where we go)
Eight-Six-Oh life, fast or slow life, share these flows
I spit my own rite, came from home life, in this air we know
Complicated, but it's sacred if you make it
Or you lose it all (lose it all), if you lose it all

Out of towners flying into Bradley
Swear they know a thing or two (that high horse)
But the sense is that some scents sit on you
Wolves might think you food (oh word?)
Call it country, shit, we'll call your bluff
But yeah, it's country too
Most with paper see the scrapers
From afar, with lovely views (that's Hartford)
Rust belt babies, insured Nathan
Ironic, guess that's a problem (oh, you without)
While some cozy off that Rosie O'Donnell
Blast in the nostrils (bump)
H been hostile in the sticks of my county, I seen it claustral
Bruised up blissful ignorance, heard cries of help from where the rocks thrown
I should stop though, ugh
Seen disconnect all through Connecticut, won't link about it
Some can't survive not tricking small ponds, love to cling around it
Drinking attention like a beverage, no cha-ching about it
(What you earn from living out a con?)
I want to be someone you listen to, but I do not want to be miserable
I do not want to be mister cool, cause you jest today, they won't miss the fool
I want to be someone you listen to, but I do not want to live miserable
I do not want to be mister cool, cuz you jest today, they won't miss the fool
Ice on ridicule, ugh

That's right
I learned a lot from where I'm from, like luck don't move the mountains
Love or hate you
They'll appraise you off what you amounting (that's just what it is)
Sparked up a fire that inspired, it ain't prone to dousing (guess what?)
And it don't matter where we go (where we go)
Eight-Six-Oh life, fast or slow life, share these flows
I spit my own rite, came from home life, in this air we know
Complicated, but it's sacred if you make it
Or you lose it all (lose it all), if you lose it all
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