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Letra : IM SCARED TO BE 30 AND STILL RAPPING LIKE YOU NIGGAS

Huh, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, huh

Every night, I wanna run away (Run away)
Daydream, thinking 'bout a better place
Can't look me in the mirror 'cause I f**king hate my face (Hate my face, yeah)
I bet if I died it would be a holiday (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Giving my all to be better, but whatever (Huh)
N***as want me to be lesser
Every day, I feel more pressure to the lyric down to letters
Insecurity insidе of me, I'm sober, just in spite of mе (Spite of me)
No human can inspire me, and I wanna retire please
I been doing all this sh*t for years (Years)
Just to f**k up my own life and spending nights in drowning tears (Tear)
Everybody tryna hate me, but I made it a career (Career)
Battle suicidal thoughts and demons talking in my ear (Yeah-yeah) (Uh, uh)

I'm so tired (So tired)
Why do we desire? (Desire)
I try live life with liars (Yeah-yeah)
If I died one more time, I'll get higher, higher, agh
B*t*h, I'm done from working all day (Yeah)
B*t*h, I grind so I could get paid
You put on a front 'cause you lame
All you got a pu**y-a**-brain (Ayy)
I can't take it, you're the same (Yeah)
I just wanna go learn a trade
Get off the mic and go run a fade (Yeah-yeah)
Hate yo' life 'cause everything fake (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I thought music was so fun (Fun), flexing b*t*hes, totin' guns (Guns)
Should known from the day (Yeah) I started, doing it I won
But now, I'm getting older and one day I'll have a son
And before I die like you, I wanna win and then be done (Done)
I cannot be a statistic (No), youngling was a misfit (Yeah)
Lost a lotta friends, '17 yeah, I miss it (I said I miss it)
They could never do it how I do while doing dishes (Doing dishes)
Been sold out shows (Yeah), go and buy a ticket (Yeah)

Suck my fu— (Uh)
Stupid a** rap—