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Gawtham Ravivaruman
Gawtham Ravivaruman
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Prod SAURON
Prod SAURON
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Part time business analyst Part time microphone burner Big money earner Stay in your lane you're a learner I don't have time for a gurner Thought I was blessed, man I thought I was worthless I was so stressed, worried bout purpose Worried bout kharma, I built up surplus You were busy tryna fit in at the circus Peak, clown man antics I was all about the flavours, brown man antics Now I'm sauced up, I got the loudest candids And I'm tryna make my inner child the proudest fat kid So look Me and him been fuckin up demons Schemin', every fight we unbeaten Teamin', if I was trauma I'd leave him King shit, talk on my name that's treason If it looks like I missed, Omega beam Confidence was caged so I set it free All these powers unlocked in therapy Honestly, I just feel bad for my enemies I know how they think, telepathy Thank my mum cos she gave me the devil gene Thank my dad cos this strength is hereditary And, thank myself I surpassed what I'm meant to be Yes Fuck what they expected Even when weak I was always respected Who do they trust? Always elected Talking my shit this time cos I meant it They should've prepared contingencies I've been pulling more strings than a symphony All my movements scored by the Timpanis What a shame I done ran out of sympathy Call man Crescendo, I bring the loud Switch up the tempo, slow man down If they wanna talk big, we can talk it out I don't really get what they talkin' bout Nah I don't really care what they takin' bout Remember when they was talkin' loud? I don't really think that they talkin' now If it looks like I missed, Omega beam Confidence was caged so I set it free All these powers unlocked in therapy Honestly, I just feel bad for my enemies I know how they think, telepathy Thank my mum cos she gave me the devil gene Thank my dad cos this strength is hereditary And, thank myself I surpassed what I'm meant to be Yes Nah, if it looks like I missed... Don't @ me I'm not the type to get angry Not dps I'm way too tanky Put in me check, I'm uppin' the ante These fools need healing Working the pads but you can't fight feelings Raising the roof? Nah I'm breaking the ceiling That fits hard but you've been stealing Your whole styles been stencilled Even then, dreadful If these man said they empty the lead, mechanical pencil None of that foolery And none of these idiots schoolin' me I won't drop bags on a coat But I might drop bags on jewellery That's a lesson in investment You man are way too desperate All this clout that you're obsessed with Dem tings der won't bring acceptance Bit too old to still beg for attention Sick Moncler but where's your pension When you meet your boys, why's there tension? Why they in your girls mentions? That's pain Whole ego drenched in shame Bring ya hero I come like Stain If it's 1v1 then I think that's GAME That's pain Whole ego drenched in shame Bring ya hero I come like Stain If it's 1v1 then I think that's GAME
Writer(s): Gawtham Ravivaruman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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