DOUBLE L — HOME RUN

That Feeling- Kogz One

THEY KNOW WHO FT CASTO1

(Lyrics):
yo, my confidence levels low as its ever gotten
i need a hospital bed at home coz my head is throbbin
stressin lots and poppin some lexapro's for depression often
when this insomnia settles though i'll be gettin off em
then i stop em and my suicidal thoughts begin
so i abuse the booze that ima lose my vital organs in
when people say they like my music i will force a grin
but rap is so repetitive, a booth recycles more than bins
i cant afford a thing, i'm broke and i'm stuck with these fines
no license, no job and totally fucked in the mind
i cant apply for all these openings up in the mines
when just to lock a door i have to poke it or touch it three times
thats OCD for ya, thats OCD for ya
thats OCD for ya, see, its mostly been torture
disconnected feelin like a lonely sleep walker
i'm always coverin my hands in soap and clean water
i know its seems sorta dumb and excessive
but my thoughts are fucken demented, theres a hundred a second
theres nothin thats left for me to do but come to accept it
time to see another psych, once again question under assessment
stuck in a session as they analyze this anxious freak
incase i plan to cry, standin by's a handkerchief
and its like, every time i'm at the psychs my anger peaks
coz all i do's complain how sad my life is and repeat
can it be that i'm stuck in a trip
huh? i had a bit of acid once a kid
so what if none of this shit, fucken exists
and i'm just munted and sick, stuck in the grip of a drug that i did
always wonderin if i'm even alive
its like, maybe this is hell and as a teen i have died
or what if i'm an alien and its a dream i'm inside
and life on earth isnt even real, see this is why
I'm afraid that i cant cope, these pages of bars wrote, 
i would trade for a large rope or a blade in my parched throat,
I'm a slave to these darn smokes and the way that a flask soaks 
all the pain that i mask though its been breaking my heart most, 
coz i crave it and start moping and shaking and ask loads 
of my mates for a fast loan just to pay for a cask so 
i'm ashamed on a dark road where i stay in a glass home 
as i'm wasted and start throwing some majorly large stones...
the day that my arts known to be great as Picasso's
is makin its mark slow, i'm waitin as grass grows
my craniums half broken, remaining with half totes
amazing but part gross, am i crazy or smart? both
you get my songs, press play and my scars show
so strangers can grasp faith and relate to my past quotes
Australia's harsh poet, i bathe in a vast moat
where the rotting dead bodies of alligators and sharks float
I watch the stars glow, searchin for a sense of peace
i'm certain that this aint the person i was meant to be
mentally drained, nervous coz i'm tense and weak
my verses of depression seem like murderers, their sentenced heaps
i'm meant to sleep, but i'm busy procrastinating
and i'm shaking, tryna get rid of those massive cravings
why do my youtube videos lack the ratings 
others rappers videos have, it is so captivating
is it the tracks i'm making, do i winge too much
i tell myself 'Sheldon' everybody thinks you suck
your just a drop kick drinkin with a big huge gut
its true cunt, fix your fucken issues up
i misused drugs and now i'm regrettin it
alcohol found so i'm drownin my head in this
fountain, forever pissed, how can i ever quit
you just listened to the sound of patheticness

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The Sound Of Patheticness - By Complete

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All In Vain - By Complete & Sever

Long Live AOA by smokethatdank

He was a shy kid at the age of sixteen/ he moved around a bit, new town, with new scenes/ with new things, only allowed for big dreams/ it just seemed, only harder for him to see/ the goal that was at the end of the darkest roads/ his soul was prepared to go where no man would roam/ so he could mould and follow the only life that he knows/ no thoughts of letting go, even when the answers no/ with chances that low, he knew he had his standards up/ he had to show himself he could make it when its tough/ was it enough? Or did he just have his fun?/ though having nothing, I doubt he’d be the type to run/ pencil to pad, writing to jacked beats/ his flows were that mad, always rhyming with dope steeze/ with hopes and dreams, his timing had to be the key/ knowing full well, it was his final chance to be free/ 

Every time you look, every time you think that you’re outmanned
Throw your hands high, stand with your pride, if you’re out there
Fight those hard times, until you find that light, just make your stand
Despite all their might, even when the money’s tight, just take command

A few years later and his asking the question why/ his blood, sweat and tears, were used for this sacrifice/ but yet, he can’t seem to find his vibe/ his task was to take up mics/ to paths which replaces times/ of hardship and shameful nights/ he was a nice kid, but always labelled as the average type/ he stays awake at night, tucked away and outta sight/ basically the way, he’s had to live all his life/ do or die, is it time for him to bail yet?/ he dried his eyes, just to try and take another step/ he kept in mind, all those awful things his father said/ but can’t deny, it’s the reason why he pushed ahead/ with no surprise he’s nearly reached his final test/ will he survive, or will it be another dead/ dream that falls away from his reality/ hearing the screams, from everyone that ever doubted him/ 

He’s sitting there alone, after he’s made it/ it seems like the same road, right before he changed it/ he now hates it, barely even take it/ he made statements, that he’d never lose his patience/ he’s now lazy, and his visions kind of hazy/ it sounds crazy, but I’m glad he found his lady/ hip hop may have been the only thing that saved him/ pissed off, about the way this game has gone and played him/ damn! It seems fame just went over his head/ he made a promise to a friend, to stay till the end/ but the way he was behaving, he decided to step/ cause the things that he was saying was “I wish you were dead”/ he’s praying we’ll understand, but it doesn’t make sense/ why is he begging for change, when he doesn’t owe rent?/ I guess he didn’t expect, growing up with neglect/ but there’s nothing else left, for a man that’s in debt/ 


His Story

Watch the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bckVpyjnmo0

No Pickles (McDonald's Diss) - By Complete

Popular Girl - By Complete

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THIS IS FOR.. MIXTAPE

WHERE I'M FROM (prod. by CHIVEER)

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All In Vain - By Complete & Sever

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