
EXP, my nigga, no book or dissertation (Dissertation)
I don't have a Ph.D. in race relations (Race relations)
But I've got a hundred multicolored friendships (Wah)
And I saw them turn grey, my niggas pensive (Oh ah)
We don't speak up cause we can't control the anger (No sir)
In 40 years I bet the carpal in our fingers (I'm hurt)

Will not from typing words we wish we wrote in
What do you say when there's a backlog of retorts for every word spoken?My grief gets compared across the ocean (Damn)
Some travel milеs to be a token (Why?)
Penny for your thoughts and blеak devotion (Why?)
Pressure wash your mouth with soapy notions (Why?)
Instrumental albums on the way mane (On the way mane)
They don't know what I'm trying to say mane (Trying to say mane)
If I get this cash we can't hang man
Jealously make 'em forget that I ever felt the same thing

But I got my real ones with me (Real ones with me)
Imperfect like Chappelle said
But we were never meant to go to war
So if I can help it, I know it sounds selfish
But I'm just tryna play games with my dawgs
My brothers, my sisters, and my non-binary tricksters
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up (Yes sir)
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up (Yes sir)
My brothers, my sisters, and my non-binary tricksters
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up

I fear there is no reboot
Nothing's the same but the springtime hatred
And the cool snow fades
Everything you see will soon be easily replaced
Shores run higher on the coast
Everything's better than before they boast
Wanna own it all but disorder one cried
Eyes turn blind no matter how high
Vantage only for advantage till we try to see eye-to-eye

But I got my real ones with me (Real ones with me)
Imperfect like Chappelle said
But we were never meant to go to war
So if I can help it, I know it sounds selfish
But I'm just tryna play games with my dawgs
My brothers, my sisters, and my non-binary tricksters
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up (Yes sir)
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up (Yes sir)
My brothers, my sisters, and my non-binary tricksters
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up
If you ever touch 'em imma fuck you up

Mag.Lo - I’m Just Tryna Play Games

It's happening again
Staring at The face, nothing really makes sense
It's happening again
Skirt by spikes like the 8th Mega Man
Trapped in a bubble on my way to the clouds and my friends
(Ready up!)

Pew! Storm the skies till dawn
Sunlight no match against the horizon
They be sayin' I was meant to vibrant
But I feel so grayscale
When I look online
And I feel grayscale
When I think how I was spoiled
With a pocket of time
Where I could run innocent
And laugh at the meaningless
With no cognitive dissonance
(Ooh ooh)
Fresh ear sеnsitive to the sibilance
I don't know if this is sadnеss or indifference
But the daylight sounds like a cymbal when it hits

When I'm outside I'm like "what the fuck is going on?"
When I'm inside most times it's worse
But I'm paralyzed by the ways of a tainted earth
(Ah, Oh!)
Its all in my head
Sometimes I cry like "what the fuck is going on?"
When I hold it in, each crash is worse
But I'm paralyzed by the ways of a tainted earth


Is it all in my head?

mag.lo - ways of a tainted earth -- slowed & reverb

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Z-R ☣☆

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