{"id":53430,"created_at":"2019-01-27 03:56:42","updated_at":"2021-04-23 05:48:41","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2019-01-27 03:56:42","original_id":null,"artist_id":32696,"title":"Limbo (intro)","slug":"limbo-intro","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"[VERSE 1]\r\nI am different breed \r\ndon't play in no little leagues \r\nfuck you and your freaking team\r\ndon't fuck with this little beast \r\ncut heads like a guillotine \r\n\r\nI'm dope I'm emphedomines \r\nanybody ahead of me\r\nonly give em my sympathy \r\nI'm to quick with agility. \r\nonly leave you a memorie. \r\n am not from this earth\r\nman I'm from the hidden leaf. \r\nI'm doper than joint \r\nI'm doper than those pills\r\nI'm doper than that needle\r\neven preimethezine\r\ndrink water no codiene. \r\nmy mental got to sharp\r\nenough to cut through spleens. \r\ntake a sip of this water \r\nbefore bipolar consumes me. \r\nI get me an Uzi. \r\nand shoot at anything moving. \r\nohhh! \r\nI just hope you don't choose me\r\ncut you off on what you think\r\nsniper rifle goes through clean\r\nohhh! \r\ndon't make me switch up my routine \r\nto even think you can fool me\r\nthat shit is a movie. \r\nohhh\r\nfortunately familiar to serpents. \r\nyou got the cold in your eyes or they diluted by perkies\r\nyou claim you tired of fighting those are delusions from morphene. \r\nnothing but some illusions from codiene\r\nthis ain't no regular gum tree \r\nthis is grown of a different soil, \r\nI know no evil can taint me\r\ndon't need no angel to save me. \r\nI need promoters to pay me. \r\ntalk is cheap! \r\nso keep your silence and pay me\r\nI need a brand new Mercedes\r\nan AMG if you may\r\na muscle car from the 80's\r\na mustang if you may. \r\nI need to upgrade my wrist. \r\nan Ap if you may. \r\nIn no need of a bitch\r\nbut I might fancy sulfe.\r\nclassy finessing and black suits\r\non my black skin wearing black Tom fords\r\nI urge you to listen to my cord\r\nthis here is addictive oh my lord\r\ngive em space\r\ngive em time\r\nin a wraith \r\nghetto child\r\nI can say \r\nthis is fate. \r\n\r\n\r\n[POETRY] \r\nso much chaos \r\nand yet there's nobody around me\r\nsolitude became louder than company\r\nlimbo became my salvation\r\nand suicidal thoughts brought me back to life. \r\nthe thought of killing myself put me at ease, \r\nI thought I found an exit. \r\nan easy way out so to speak. \r\nbut what do you do, when nobody but your imaginary friends understand you. \r\nwhen the walls you build to shield your mind from the world become a prison of your own design. \r\nthere's so much chaos\r\nand yet there's nobody around me\r\nit's like the loudest concert I've ever been to, \r\nand yet there's only one person attending. \r\nat this point I can't even get my own imaginary friends to agree with me. \r\neven my girlfriend is getting married\r\nnot to me though\r\nimagine that, looking at your soul mate in the arms of another man. \r\nmother and father don't even know, \r\nand why should they, because for some reason \r\nblack parents think their black kids are immune to depression and yet we are the most vulnerable to it. \r\nhow do you expect me to stay sane\r\nwhen even the police don't fuck witchu\r\nhow do you expect me to feel safe. \r\nhow do you expect me to succeed \r\nin a system designed to oppress me. \r\nit's just so much chaos\r\nand yet there is NOBODY AROUND ME! \r\nit would be better if I just kill myself. \r\nbut you know what let me tell you all about it. \r\nmaybe I'll feel better at the end.\r\nthe tale of a lost star child.\r\n\r\n [VERSE 2]\r\nthere was a weak smell of trust in the very beginning. \r\nhe told them everyone's welcome he never knew he was sinning. \r\nhe thought of making em family he never knew what they thinkin, \r\nhe never knew they we're poisoned \r\nbehind his plotting and scheming \r\nhe look to you, you said fuck him\r\nthey can rip him to pieces. \r\nit's the same thing to me I loose if I help or leave him. \r\nso why the fuck should I die kickin screaming. \r\nwhen I know the final chapter can be done when I'm sleeping. \r\nyou see\r\nthe ghetto child that's born of a Libra mind. \r\nhas travelled a country mile to loose himself in your mind. \r\nyou see\r\njust like Hollywood in a bimbo\r\nunconsciously lost in limbo. \r\nhe never knew what he's in for. \r\nyou see, \r\nsuddenly there's a change in his tone \r\npromoting violence narcotics all over in his new songs.\r\nhis mother can never see nothing wrong\r\nas long as he holds his own she never picks up the phone. \r\nstar angels lost in the universe, resemble the milky way a cluster that's full of pain. \r\nI hear you bought you a wraith a nigga is getting paid\r\nbut can you write with your heart I want to hear to what it say. \r\nstar child prio Libra is born\r\na story about my pain\r\njust listen to every song.","download_count":161,"play_count":2,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-23","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5c4\/d0c\/d77\/thumb_165395_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}