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Mismatch Video (MV)




Performed By: Ayce & Been.Set
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Jayce Herman, Brayan Romero




Ayce & Been.Set - Mismatch Lyrics




Do you ever feel like you could just go crazy rapping
When you killing up on stage, everybody's spazzing
Taking all these different pictures, never catch the captions

And we grew up in the neighborhood where cops harassin
And where I'm from, you don't make it out without having passion
Some people love to do things and forget it happened
They moving backwards I'm moving past em, no more relaxing

Different beats and the lyrics, know they mismatching
To keep it subtle, this my rebuttal to people hating
I'll illustrate it, I hope you get the picture painted
Why do you hate it when I get some appreciation

I peeped the hatred and still kept you in circulation
Know we been had it, and it's been magic
Gotta keep it pushing even if it ain't happened
Turn aggression to progression, this a session

Know I'm destined for the things up in my head
And if you said it, then it's deaden
Kept it 100, 24-7, no stipulations
Thought we was brothers, same book, but different pages

I had to keep it moving, I couldn't become complacent
Talking down on your brothers, that equals cancellation
Observation, I've been peeping the hatin
F*ck it we'll keep em waitin

Trust me, this everyday shit, life it stay amazing
Clothes is just like bullets, cause trust me, it get em grazing
Guess that I'm just built this way, ain't need no installation
I'm cutting all ties, from this point on, no hesitation

It's time to chase my dreams, I'm sick and tired of waiting
I got top floor visions, trying to get out the basement
Do you ever feel like you could just go crazy rapping
When you killing up on stage, everybody's spazzing

Taking all these different pictures, never catch the captions
And we grew up in the neighborhood where cops harassing
And where I'm from, you don't make it out without having passion
Some people love to do things and forget it happened

They moving backwards I'm moving past them, no more relaxing
Different beats and the lyrics, no, they mismatching
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Do you ever feel like you could just go crazy rapping
When you killing up on stage, everybody's spazzing
Taking all these different pictures, never catch the captions

And we grew up in the neighborhood where cops harassin
And where I'm from, you don't make it out without having passion
Some people love to do things and forget it happened
They moving backwards I'm moving past em, no more relaxing

Different beats and the lyrics, know they mismatching
To keep it subtle, this my rebuttal to people hating
I'll illustrate it, I hope you get the picture painted
Why do you hate it when I get some appreciation

I peeped the hatred and still kept you in circulation
Know we been had it, and it's been magic
Gotta keep it pushing even if it ain't happened
Turn aggression to progression, this a session

Know I'm destined for the things up in my head
And if you said it, then it's deaden
Kept it 100, 24-7, no stipulations
Thought we was brothers, same book, but different pages

I had to keep it moving, I couldn't become complacent
Talking down on your brothers, that equals cancellation
Observation, I've been peeping the hatin
F*ck it we'll keep em waitin

Trust me, this everyday shit, life it stay amazing
Clothes is just like bullets, cause trust me, it get em grazing
Guess that I'm just built this way, ain't need no installation
I'm cutting all ties, from this point on, no hesitation

It's time to chase my dreams, I'm sick and tired of waiting
I got top floor visions, trying to get out the basement
Do you ever feel like you could just go crazy rapping
When you killing up on stage, everybody's spazzing

Taking all these different pictures, never catch the captions
And we grew up in the neighborhood where cops harassing
And where I'm from, you don't make it out without having passion
Some people love to do things and forget it happened

They moving backwards I'm moving past them, no more relaxing
Different beats and the lyrics, no, they mismatching
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jayce Herman, Brayan Romero
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