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MARTYR Video (MV)




Performed By: Sonya June
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Gerald Jones II




Sonya June - MARTYR Lyrics




Electric pre-fix, don't be this
My coping balanced, meaningless
People teach and deceive us
Why the youth don't do leading
They just see "fetus"
Our brains are reaching the surface
Imperfect, but we are worth it
Scared to branch out, we stay turnip
What is my purpose
This is a man-eating circus, I'm stuck in my corpus

Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah
Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah
Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah
Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah

Chillin' with a bad bitch
Yapping all that shit, nigga you just average
Got her screaming God, like she a Baptist
Niggas throwing money, feeling so Catholic
I'm a maverick
Never did shit nobody told me
Wear my own style, no they could never clothe me
Make my own shit, so you can never clone me
I'm my own bitch, you niggas will never mold me
I'm above the, so Holy
Coldly, so icy
"See rollie"
Folding
You owe, lowly, take on me
Versace be botchy, too hot
Hibachi, I'm saucing
These niggas don't like me, too bossy
F*ck your gangs, blerd up nigga
It's absurd how a white nerd got bigger
I don't do fur, white T, middle finger
White men looking at me like
Black kids looking at me like Tinker Bell
Peter Pan been caught, wringered, fell
Praised God so hard that I'mma go to jail
Lost all my pennies so my wishes don't well
Alienate society, Roswell
I keep up the rates, anxiety, don't tell

I'm not going there to die, I'm going to find out if I'm really alive
I'm not going there to die, I'm going to find out if I'm really alive

Would you listen
Would you listen
Would you listen
Would you listen
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Electric pre-fix, don't be this
My coping balanced, meaningless
People teach and deceive us
Why the youth don't do leading
They just see "fetus"
Our brains are reaching the surface
Imperfect, but we are worth it
Scared to branch out, we stay turnip
What is my purpose
This is a man-eating circus, I'm stuck in my corpus

Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah
Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah
Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah
Searching for my brother
Screaming hallelujah

Chillin' with a bad bitch
Yapping all that shit, nigga you just average
Got her screaming God, like she a Baptist
Niggas throwing money, feeling so Catholic
I'm a maverick
Never did shit nobody told me
Wear my own style, no they could never clothe me
Make my own shit, so you can never clone me
I'm my own bitch, you niggas will never mold me
I'm above the, so Holy
Coldly, so icy
"See rollie"
Folding
You owe, lowly, take on me
Versace be botchy, too hot
Hibachi, I'm saucing
These niggas don't like me, too bossy
F*ck your gangs, blerd up nigga
It's absurd how a white nerd got bigger
I don't do fur, white T, middle finger
White men looking at me like
Black kids looking at me like Tinker Bell
Peter Pan been caught, wringered, fell
Praised God so hard that I'mma go to jail
Lost all my pennies so my wishes don't well
Alienate society, Roswell
I keep up the rates, anxiety, don't tell

I'm not going there to die, I'm going to find out if I'm really alive
I'm not going there to die, I'm going to find out if I'm really alive

Would you listen
Would you listen
Would you listen
Would you listen
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Writer: Gerald Jones II
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