Lately been fighting my conscious
I look at the game
Like is this what I wanted?
This industry savage
Been leaving me haunted
Tears fill my eyes
As I walk on red carpets
See mine filled with blood
And they leaking like faucets
Tried to stay holy
And preach like a prophet
Tried to give love
And they emptied my pockets
You wanting a handout?
My nigga just stop it
Where were you niggas
When I needed solace
Where were you bitches
Who ditched me for dollars
See I had some problems
Just falling like autumn
But ya'll looked away
As I suffered in college
Y'all looked away
And didn't give me no help
So the fruits of my labor
Come all to myself
The fruits of labor
And all of my wealth
I find it in self
With the cards I was dealt
Bitch
"Ayyy what's up dawg? I see you making big moves out there man
We need to hang out. Where you been at man? You need to come back to town man"
F*ck you
I don't need your problems
So you can stop calling
My nigga I'm faded
Way past the bull shit
You niggas be faking
I'm in new mindset
But back to the basics
Back to myself
Been aligned with the greatest
I'm changing my placement
To highly debated
Changing surroundings
From to UT to Vegas
I went from most hated
To shutting down stages
Nobody heard him, the dead man
Nicólas Soul - Soulsession (feat. Dominus) Lyrics
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Lately been fighting my conscious
I look at the game
Like is this what I wanted?
This industry savage
Been leaving me haunted
Tears fill my eyes
As I walk on red carpets
See mine filled with blood
And they leaking like faucets
Tried to stay holy
And preach like a prophet
Tried to give love
And they emptied my pockets
You wanting a handout?
My nigga just stop it
Where were you niggas
When I needed solace
Where were you bitches
Who ditched me for dollars
See I had some problems
Just falling like autumn
But ya'll looked away
As I suffered in college
Y'all looked away
And didn't give me no help
So the fruits of my labor
Come all to myself
The fruits of labor
And all of my wealth
I find it in self
With the cards I was dealt
Bitch
"Ayyy what's up dawg? I see you making big moves out there man
We need to hang out. Where you been at man? You need to come back to town man"
F*ck you
I don't need your problems
So you can stop calling
My nigga I'm faded
Way past the bull shit
You niggas be faking
I'm in new mindset
But back to the basics
Back to myself
Been aligned with the greatest
I'm changing my placement
To highly debated
Changing surroundings
From to UT to Vegas
I went from most hated
To shutting down stages
Nobody heard him, the dead man
I look at the game
Like is this what I wanted?
This industry savage
Been leaving me haunted
Tears fill my eyes
As I walk on red carpets
See mine filled with blood
And they leaking like faucets
Tried to stay holy
And preach like a prophet
Tried to give love
And they emptied my pockets
You wanting a handout?
My nigga just stop it
Where were you niggas
When I needed solace
Where were you bitches
Who ditched me for dollars
See I had some problems
Just falling like autumn
But ya'll looked away
As I suffered in college
Y'all looked away
And didn't give me no help
So the fruits of my labor
Come all to myself
The fruits of labor
And all of my wealth
I find it in self
With the cards I was dealt
Bitch
"Ayyy what's up dawg? I see you making big moves out there man
We need to hang out. Where you been at man? You need to come back to town man"
F*ck you
I don't need your problems
So you can stop calling
My nigga I'm faded
Way past the bull shit
You niggas be faking
I'm in new mindset
But back to the basics
Back to myself
Been aligned with the greatest
I'm changing my placement
To highly debated
Changing surroundings
From to UT to Vegas
I went from most hated
To shutting down stages
Nobody heard him, the dead man
Writer: Nick Aluoch
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