The Talking Stage Game

Mistah Kye

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    I got a fresh wound in my heart
    And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love
    I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance, I ain't into that stuff
    And right now, got sweat in my palms
    For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms
    I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight
    You woulda thought it's a golden scar

    They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks
    That's why I'm so vocal
    It's like a free skin in the game
    Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful
    You know me I gotta stick and move
    Find me a piece and my shot ain't woeful
    But me I play comps
    So the girls that I got for are way prestige, and they're far from local

    Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had
    Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan
    I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity
    Went holiday and my heart got a tan
    I took a trip from emotions
    That's what I meant and she ripped my page
    'Cause things go good, but my life is a game
    So let's see how it played

    Things go well for a while
    A genuine smile and the feeling's electric
    Got me reading your words like four, five times
    I type and rewrite, man I must be dyslexic
    Got my feet on the ceiling
    Phone to my ear every time that we call
    We calling for hours, my lingo's ours
    You're just like me, man, I guess I got powers

    But what do you do when the reps get lazy?
    Is she getting passed 'round town?
    They tell me that my sport is to cuss
    So I deep my thoughts, I don't say too much
    Overthinking's worse than drugs
    'Cause it's not even real, you just make stuff up
    Hallucinating in your brain, it drives you insane
    You better gear down and press that clutch

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    Fuck, why the fuck am I tripping?
    My name's MK, on the mic I'm slipping
    I can't think 'bout bars no more
    I just think 'bout her and my heart keeps limping
    Nowadays, we don't talk as much
    I hold my pride, no way that I'm simping
    She try air my text, so I air hers back
    Fuck that, hold on I ain't finished

    It's mad how it went from her telling me
    That she really gonna fix my heart
    To now and she poked it, bringing emotions
    I really shoulda had my guard
    We spoke for a good two months
    Every day till dawn, like that she's gone
    I'm wasting my time, I thought she was mine
    And right now I don't know what's up

    So I called her, it's been like two weeks now
    I asked her if she's alright
    She told me that she's never been better
    She got a man now, felt that in my center
    Oh, swear? How long has it been?
    My skin so thin, I clenched up like spectre
    Since last month, she said it so blunt
    So I ended the call, I couldn't hack that pressure

    But the thing that I'm finding amusing
    Her man try beef me on socials
    I told him that talk is cheap
    Just come buck me, and I'll rip out your vocals
    But look what she caused, she was a fraud
    All of that time that I wasted
    A talking stage, more than waste
    I'm losing my brain
    And that's why

    I got a fresh wound in my heart
    And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love
    I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance I ain't into that stuff
    And right now got sweat in my palms
    For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms
    I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight
    You woulda thought it was a golden scar

    They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks
    That's why I'm so vocal
    It's like a free skin in the game
    Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful
    You know me I gotta stick and move
    Find me a piece, so my shot ain't woeful
    But me I play comps
    So the girls that I got for are way prestige, and they're far from local

    Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had
    Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan
    I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity
    Went holiday and my heart got a tan
    I took a trip from emotions
    That's what I meant and she ripped my page
    'Cause things go good, but my life is a game
    And that's how it played

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    Composición: Mistah Kye

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