Feeling subdued
Automatic
Dreams
Feeling the ice cold
Cover my soul
Coming in hot
Just to melt it
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They said you had red letter days
Mug shots
Shot to shot
You living on hustle hard
Bread and alcohol
I finished my last rice
I’m not stopping
I’m not stopping halfway
I’ve bled too much
Sacrificed too much
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I only get one shot
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And she’s pushing hard
Building what she sees
But how is it that she can’t win
When she walks in the room
It’s her clothes
And
Are you with her just for the comfort her body allows
It’s times like these we’ve got to figure it out
What we thought we were
What we thought life and love was
And what it actually is
Who we are has to rise up
And overcome what we’ve been
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I admit
I was playing in the beginning
But now I’m hungry
I’ve seen the possibility
And it’s feeding me
We’re not the same as everyone
And that’s fine
You write to kill you kill to write
Putting the words down just to suffer getting them out
It’s a struggle but you’re real
You’re not missing any note shots
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She enters the room she don’t care what you think, what she does and says , wears and thinks, how she moves how she breathes, unapologetic, she’s a different fire new breed the lay-off payoff
Her 9-9 is cashing out your receipts
She’s cashing out
Building wow
You can’t figure her out
New breed new fire fresh desire
Old you can’t apply
Her foundations are older than time
Her hustle is real and you can’t buy that from the App Store.
-E
Regarding Samuel 