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Barry Marz - Lyrical Exercise 10 Lyrics



Barry Marz - Lyrical Exercise 10 Lyrics
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Take you back to times when I was reckless
When I ate depression for dinner anxiety for breakfast
I hop on trains to go to work hoping for break fast
The numberic system at this job won't give a late pass
Up from 4 am to like eleven pm 2 job hustle
Wasn't working out as much. Gaining weight losing muscle
But the money's abundant so complaining is not an option
Megabus to destinations quite the zone that I stopped I'm
Looking for the quick fix
Sugar in my system
Ducking dodging things not fond of
God I'm such a misfit
Need a fitting misses I miss that type of solace but
I gotta get out of debt and my Mommas house my brotha
So f*ck it
Imma stack these racks like clothing designers
They was pouting pouring potions I was pouring my water
I heard that distorts your focus so I'm sober as all the
Newborn babies not as privy to alarms of the cautions
Carbon monoxa. In the air mixing like all of the
Models with bottles on bottles that's refraining to talk to us
I used to bash living though my tactics was good
Now I sex a bad chick but my mattress is good
Dethrone Virginia's one you wish you actually could
You know to do that then you would have to be actually good
Hey hey hey settle down even mush mouth ain't have much mouth
But I can talk. I'm respected up North and Down South
Arrive at your own show they walking you out
Cuz even in your city I'm the one they talking about
Talk of the North the East West the talk of the South
Even the people that don't f*ck with me are talking right now
God f*ck with me regardless y'all stuck in all your problems
That's some problematic shit
My persona's never been in question this real as it gets
All this shit about to shift they callin me a holiday so F*ck your Christmas I'm the gift ugh
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English

Take you back to times when I was reckless
When I ate depression for dinner anxiety for breakfast
I hop on trains to go to work hoping for break fast
The numberic system at this job won't give a late pass
Up from 4 am to like eleven pm 2 job hustle
Wasn't working out as much. Gaining weight losing muscle
But the money's abundant so complaining is not an option
Megabus to destinations quite the zone that I stopped I'm
Looking for the quick fix
Sugar in my system
Ducking dodging things not fond of
God I'm such a misfit
Need a fitting misses I miss that type of solace but
I gotta get out of debt and my Mommas house my brotha
So f*ck it
Imma stack these racks like clothing designers
They was pouting pouring potions I was pouring my water
I heard that distorts your focus so I'm sober as all the
Newborn babies not as privy to alarms of the cautions
Carbon monoxa. In the air mixing like all of the
Models with bottles on bottles that's refraining to talk to us
I used to bash living though my tactics was good
Now I sex a bad chick but my mattress is good
Dethrone Virginia's one you wish you actually could
You know to do that then you would have to be actually good
Hey hey hey settle down even mush mouth ain't have much mouth
But I can talk. I'm respected up North and Down South
Arrive at your own show they walking you out
Cuz even in your city I'm the one they talking about
Talk of the North the East West the talk of the South
Even the people that don't f*ck with me are talking right now
God f*ck with me regardless y'all stuck in all your problems
That's some problematic shit
My persona's never been in question this real as it gets
All this shit about to shift they callin me a holiday so F*ck your Christmas I'm the gift ugh
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Writer: Jarron Bratcher
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Performed By: Barry Marz
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Jarron Bratcher

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