I used to write my verse first
Then look for the beat after
The soul behind the mic
Usually the master
Hidden behind my phone never did I go asking
Where can I record?
Cuz it'd always follow with laughter
I left behind my confidence
So all I do is nod to this
Beat while I contemplate where the f*ck my conscious went
I don't need him I'll write my own book to freedom
Making sense of the reasons why it's mischief that I'm seeking
Always high on nicotine and caffeine in my system
With bigger dreams than an athlete while playing victim
To my own sadness watching baddies twerk on insta
Flatly posting pictures of their fatties
What's the difference?
The caption has me thinking 'lack of passion, mixed with drinking'
To fashion other's thinking toward the quotes they're never reading
Receiving likes so blindly your behind is what they seeing
'Fore the message she is preaching, not the same as she believe in
Rightful Disciple - Intro (Deception) Lyrics
Rightful Disciple - Intro (Deception) Lyrics
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I used to write my verse first
Then look for the beat after
The soul behind the mic
Usually the master
Hidden behind my phone never did I go asking
Where can I record?
Cuz it'd always follow with laughter
I left behind my confidence
So all I do is nod to this
Beat while I contemplate where the f*ck my conscious went
I don't need him I'll write my own book to freedom
Making sense of the reasons why it's mischief that I'm seeking
Always high on nicotine and caffeine in my system
With bigger dreams than an athlete while playing victim
To my own sadness watching baddies twerk on insta
Flatly posting pictures of their fatties
What's the difference?
The caption has me thinking 'lack of passion, mixed with drinking'
To fashion other's thinking toward the quotes they're never reading
Receiving likes so blindly your behind is what they seeing
'Fore the message she is preaching, not the same as she believe in
Then look for the beat after
The soul behind the mic
Usually the master
Hidden behind my phone never did I go asking
Where can I record?
Cuz it'd always follow with laughter
I left behind my confidence
So all I do is nod to this
Beat while I contemplate where the f*ck my conscious went
I don't need him I'll write my own book to freedom
Making sense of the reasons why it's mischief that I'm seeking
Always high on nicotine and caffeine in my system
With bigger dreams than an athlete while playing victim
To my own sadness watching baddies twerk on insta
Flatly posting pictures of their fatties
What's the difference?
The caption has me thinking 'lack of passion, mixed with drinking'
To fashion other's thinking toward the quotes they're never reading
Receiving likes so blindly your behind is what they seeing
'Fore the message she is preaching, not the same as she believe in
Writer: Simon Lezaja
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid