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The Last Real Motherfucker On This Planet

by Radamiz

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1am things.

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[Chorus]
The last real motherfucker still left on this planet
That’s just how I feel, that's just how I feel
The last real motherfucker still left on this planet
That’s just how I feel, that's just how I feel
How I feel
There’s things I’ve gotta get over

[Intro]
You and me for once

[Verse]
Keep a war wound in the cut, in the cutlass
Push my own buttons, divine self destruction
Plaster on poise in my noise for the public
Drinking lemon water to put silence in my stomach
I don’t give a fuck, that’s a lie, but like, fuck it
Sometimes my brothers say they ain’t my brothers
Act like shit don’t bother mе but it hurts me
Called you just to tell jokеs in a real emergency
When I have an opportunity for you, you love me
I ain’t shit yet but inspire all my cousins
No Christmas gifts this year, I ain’t got it
Alan Watts for three hours so I don’t wild out
Aye, I ain’t been the best family member
I don’t remember birthdays, I don’t write letters
I don’t miss none of my exes, they don’t too
Still I wish them well from a distance through a Pro Tools
These streets changed my walk
These streets make me move like a Glock in my palms
Never been a deity, never been a hitman
Never been a freeloader, never been a judge
Never been a half stepper, never out of love
Deal with things I take out on my funds and my lungs
I’m an empath, I get sick around evil
Bad nights barricade me from my people
I’m an empath so everyone gets a redo
Do me wrong and still the wrong I clear see through
Everybody wants to use me for my drive
What makes you assume that I’m happy all the time?
Got to stop thinking I’m alive just to rhyme
Is this me being Job for a job or for God?
I lose my breath with bud, I stopped smoking
Moms too old to work but still working
There is nothing entertaining in this circus

credits

released April 14, 2021
produced by mixMP, Jarom S'ua & Dylanyousob
recorded by FifthGod
mixed/mastered by Rafael Moure
artwork by Sam Lindenfeld

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