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That's My Load
- //Intro//
- Facin' some dilemmas, my mind’s quick to involve it, save your counsel—I already revolve it
- I dismantle and evolve it, so keep your advice, I’ve mastered how to resolve it
- I’m the one to dissolve it, no need fo' yo' tips, my skills are the solvent (solvent )
- //Verse1//
- problems, fuck it, fuck my bitch is my therapy, i solve my shits later cuz now i'ma fuck my chick
- the troubles wait while I enjoy this trip
- facin' them head on might finally bring bliss, Dealin' up front might clean up the mess
- Confrontin' the shit straight might dismiss the diss
- In need of a hand, but they just add to the load, now I'm carryin’ stress on this solo road
- Time to man up, step out this hustle bubble, grown ass now, can't keep courtin' trouble
- Need to tighten the double, hustlin’ past the rubble
- Naysayers nod 'no', but I row in the undertow, lay low, lettin' lessons quietly show
- brakin' free from the cycle, breakin' the routine, takin' it slow
- //Verse2//
- In a world where cash moves hands to end a life, People shell out dough for a laugh or just to feel right
- Yet in this hard fight, can't buy peace amid the strife
- Where's the payment for a mind free of plight?
- Problems gettin' high, man, I'm fuckin' sick to death
- like breathin' in toxins, yo, give me some breath
- my dome's a pressure cooker ready to combust, 'cause this pile of issues got me about to bust
- I'm breathin' in madness, can't take a damn rest. My mind's about to rupture, can't hold all this weight
- issue's a trigger, so close to detonate
- //Verse3//
- I'm not your knight, armor rusts where I stood
- each day a [knew](New) challenge, each one misunderstood
- People don’t see my burdens, 'cause they’re part of my mess, actin’ like they’d get it, but they’ll never confess
- I dwell below the grime, like dirt under the rug, filthy as a prozac high, raw like a drug, punk
- Slick as a street dealer's sly, snug as a rug, don't mistake my dirty for weakness, my game's way too strong
- but if my problems make you think I’m dirt made, you’re mistaking your song
- Problems pile up just like the rest of the crew, weighin' heavy on my shoulders, but I'm learnin' who’s true
- I hold mine with my head high, can't fix everything at once, but I'll give it a try
- I can get better with some problems and they just supply
- My Bitch’s a riddle, My class a fiddle, homies a middle, livin's brittle but the flow remains acquittal
- If everybody is and got a problem, problems is somethin' natural
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