fate (2025 soul vip)

Artist: Phlegmagain
Prod. @lethalneedle
Instrumental: [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Xkf7o5tgE ]

Lyrics: 
Yo i was ashin in a candle, sand up in my sandles
Sleeping through the day i drift away
Like a mammal, mama may i manage
Ammunition maybe camels, enamel,
Parliaments, donuts at the farm n shit,
Stamina was ambiently
Based upon arithmetic
Fifths and shit, rippin rellos
Lickin with our lips n shit
Board like we flippin shit
Skates out the window,
Fuzz was banging on the door
Cause we was smokin indo
No windows was open, homies
Was toasting and boastin
Bout coastin they open that dope
And they smoking, chokin, and coughin
Till they hit that coffin, so often, we lost when
We stop,

Make it to the top or
Rot away up on the block
I'd rather make a mockery of every
Motherfuckin cop, that wanna stop the way we boppin when we make the party pop,
Fuck up out my face with all that shit id rather not

It's Phlegmagain the snot,
Seepin out yo orifices,
Wounds begins to rot,
Sleepin on the street,
We posted in the parking lot,
Creepy when we meetin up,
With people who is bots,
I say again id rather not,
Caught up in this mockery
Of children who is copin,
Hoping that they parents
Is just jokin bout the way
Their hearts are broken,
Hopeless with our
Ocean of emotions,
Now you see the reason
We be tokin,

This aint the life
That you'd have chosen
But we growin, and if it were
Then you'd continue feeling hopeless,
Cause we conditioned to this shit
And i aint jokin, the human mystery
Connected to the OS,


Ayo stress, with no rest you know best,
Why yes, i digress, and shine less,
Fine pressed condition mint, like my breath
Ride safe, with nine vapes, escape death,
So blessed, apply vest, and hold breath
Tight space, rewind tapes, a cold chest,
Mind pressed, we grind by for success,
Blind mess, superstition stay timeless,

And the condition of the
Humans is their own mutilation,
Sick within a cubicle
Of mass hallucination,
Quick to cast the hate away,
And pray for salvation,
All for what i wonder
Woulda been a playstation,
Let me know if this is
Similar to what you facing
Mind racing, heart vacant,
Young vagrant, so basic,
Just say it, who's stoppin,
Head bobbin, no object,
We mobbin, stay absent,
Drink absynth, live lavish,
Just grab, you got it,
You have it, who's foolin'?
You cool? then we coolin,
Get the fuck up out my face
With all this middle school shit
Where the new shit,
Lemme see whats poppin,
Hard enough to jack a lamborghini
In the projects, nonsense, let me
Show you how these paws print
Bar bending at the seams of my grip,
Pick apart a hippopotamus
A pen'll pay the piper,
But a putter was a putter
And a driver was a driver,
Better keep yo shit together
Or the people crucify ya
Living with this pain
Is just another sense of fire
Try to live yo life the way another would've died for,
Cried for, went all in and had to try for,
Buy a bunch of shit and leave the world forever broken-falling victim to this game
That wasn't chosin,

This aint the life
That you'd have chosen
But we growin, and if it were
Then you'd continue feeling hopeless,
Cause we conditioned to this shit
And i aint jokin, the human mystery
Connected to the OS

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