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We just rolling with the Rise from the of stylist division With these non-stop of life living Not to be forgotten but still
But in the meantime there are Who wanna talk and that So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings get hurt And get dirty with the people spreading the it goes
Tried to give you but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear, but nobodys Called to you so clearly but you dont want to me Told you everything and clear, but nobodys listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of Handfull of anger, held in my And lefts a waste of time I hate my rhymes, but everyone elses more
Im riding on the back of pressure Guessing its better I cant keep myself together Because all of this gave me something to write on The pain gave me something I could set my on
I'll never the blood sweat and tears The uphill struggle years the fear and talking and the people it was to And the people that started it like you
Tried to you warning but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear, but nobodys Called to you so but you dont want to hear me Told you everything and clear, but nobodys listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of of anger, held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood sweat 'n' Nothing to gain, everything to
full of pain, head full of stress Handfull of anger, in my chest struggle, blood sweat 'n' tears Nothing to gain, to fear
Heart full of
Tried to you warning but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear, but nobodys Called to you so clearly but you dont to hear me you everything loud and clear, but nobodys listening
I got a heart of pain, head full of stress (Nobodys listening) of anger, held in my chest (Nobodys listening) Uphill struggle, sweat n tears (Nobodys listening) Nothing to gain, to fear (Nobodys listening)