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  • Текст песни NF - Returns

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    What is perfect? Not me
    I've been overworking for weeks
    I go home then purchase some things
    That I know will not fill my needs
    Have a dose of what I've achieved
    Then get lonesome and I critique
    Who I am and what I believe
    Make up standards too high to reach
    Untrained animal off the leash
    I'm in panic, but yet relieved
    Brought your hammock to hang with me?
    Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree
    Like a mannequin that can speak
    What I have in store is unique
    I just mop the floors with MCs
    I can't stop until things are clean
    I'm an amateur's what you think
    So you stand there in disbelief
    'Til I dislocate both your feet
    That's what happens, you step to me
    Not too graphic, but not PG
    Lots of action in every scene
    I'm kidnapping all of your dreams
    Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (ah!)
    Rap aside, I am what I advertise
    Don't matter how you put it, we live
    Then we have to die
    You might hate it, but you can't deny
    See, everything that I've been doing got me looking like a mastermind
    It's so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizing
    Took a vision of my dreams
    And then found a better way that I can make it
    I've been looking, think I'm really 'bout to maximize it (agh!)
    These bullets form in my mind and come out my mouth and (pow, pow, pow)
    For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (watch, watch, watch)
    Forget what you heard about me, I've been astounding (God, God, God)
    Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me
    Yeah, ain't this all I ever wanted?
    That's a fact, no, that's a lie, no
    I'm confused, yeah, I got problems
    What's the use? Yeah, let's be honest
    Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened
    Not amused, yeah, look what I did
    Brought you something, hope you like it
    So precise, the flow the nicest
    So productive, stop your whining
    Back in style like I was vinyl
    I make songs and they go viral
    Something's off if I go idle
    "Been so long," yeah, okay, I know
    Take your shoes off, you're in my home
    You got fans, but not like I do, yeah
    Thankful, I try to be, can't contain what's inside of me
    They don't like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy
    I question what I can see if you're not playing my CD
    No expiring, I'll decide when I think it's my time to leave (woo)
    Yeah, 'cause they won't retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring
    When I'm low I feel like I'm spiraling
    Pushing forward, look, I can't ignore it
    There ain't no I in team, but drop the T and A
    Sometimes, if I'm being honest, feels like it's only me
    No defeat, notably, better have it right if you're quoting me
    Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something
    Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you're close to me
    Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem
    Selfishly watching y'all helplessly pretend you're on my planet
    Shoot you out of the sky like you're punchlines, you are not landing
    Gun jamming, reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue
    Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, pastors
    Show up to my funeral wearing all black, and what's happening?
    I look around and wonder, "Where my fans at?"
    Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I'm not in that casket
    Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes
    My music's superb, playing with words, play with my nerves
    They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts
    Very absurd, very disturbed
    Stare at the Earth like, "This is not the place I was birthed"
    I'm generic, you sure?
    Oh, they think I'm very reserved
    'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy work
    I don't care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse
    While I'm wearing my merch', stomping on your arrogant turf
    Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work
    This life's so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves
    I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I'm dirt
    I've patiently been waiting, please, I think it's time for my turn
    My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I'm hurt
    Just let me be, eventually someday they'll see what I'm worth
    I cross my Is and dot my Ts, it makes no sense, but I've learned
    Normal to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns

    Мой опыт — это мелодии, они говорят со мной, когда мне больно.
    Просто оставь меня в покое, когда-нибудь они увидят, чего я стою.
    Я перечеркиваю «I» и расставляю точки над «T», это бессмысленно, но я научился
    Для тебя нормально, для меня нет, изгой наконец возвращается

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