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Rust Video (MV)




Performed By: Raro
Length: 2:31
Written by: Carlo Bruzzese




Raro - Rust Lyrics




Homie i'm running a business
The corporation of experience
Mindset never serious
Look around touch and listen
Video games in the system
Steak grill in the kitchen
My lens Always Fiction
Colour play ground of the prisms
Only desire wisdom
Rap till I find my rhythm
Visions of the vixens Optimistic Organisms
F*ck that social condition and like a diamond you will glisten
Most times I feel hidden yeah
Daily life reminds me of sitting in a exam seat
We graduate from school man but we carry out all the curtsies

Don't you bloody stare at me
If your talking do it quietly
Suppress your anxiety
Move through life silently
Act polite, tirelessly
Get to work timelessly
Build a f*cking dynasty
Oh my gosh the irony

There used to be a time where there used to be a us
Now I'm broke dead collecting tickets on the bus
Collecting dem tickets yeah so I can roll a blunts
Don't even have cash yeah to fill my fridge up
Eggs growing old
Bread growing mold Heart ache in My soul
I'm 24 years old man
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Homie i'm running a business
The corporation of experience
Mindset never serious
Look around touch and listen
Video games in the system
Steak grill in the kitchen
My lens Always Fiction
Colour play ground of the prisms
Only desire wisdom
Rap till I find my rhythm
Visions of the vixens Optimistic Organisms
F*ck that social condition and like a diamond you will glisten
Most times I feel hidden yeah
Daily life reminds me of sitting in a exam seat
We graduate from school man but we carry out all the curtsies

Don't you bloody stare at me
If your talking do it quietly
Suppress your anxiety
Move through life silently
Act polite, tirelessly
Get to work timelessly
Build a f*cking dynasty
Oh my gosh the irony

There used to be a time where there used to be a us
Now I'm broke dead collecting tickets on the bus
Collecting dem tickets yeah so I can roll a blunts
Don't even have cash yeah to fill my fridge up
Eggs growing old
Bread growing mold Heart ache in My soul
I'm 24 years old man
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Writer: Carlo Bruzzese
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