{"id":21447,"created_at":"2018-05-12 13:21:12","updated_at":"2021-04-18 16:55:23","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2018-05-12 13:21:12","original_id":null,"artist_id":9037,"title":"05:12","slug":"0512","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"[Verse 1]\r\n\r\nLately my scars don't heal, they fake plastered by people who claim to know how I feel\r\nReally broke crocked smiling with the truth in my grill\r\nDotted lines supposedly liberates the skill , I don't know how it feels \r\nA proud slave to the pen, it's black Inc when I master the plan \r\nHeavy headed with nothing up in my hand man these dreams are intangible people don't understand why is it I am falling off as though I am allergic to stand so I keep on walking tall upon this long road throw my dreams in the flow and hoping they stay afloat through the eye of the storm. The hunger and through all endeavours surender to pressure never through prayer keep it together , I am never parting with the ones who say \" hit me up whenever\" and broke niggers earning crumbs and split it however I am never trusting anybody addicted to pleasure coz through the pain i am a rap like this forever...\r\n[Hook]\r\nHook \r\n(What is joy these days ) is it doing what I like? is try to stay alive? Should I search inside a church or in a glass of dirty sprite?can I make it through the night? Am I gonna be alright? \r\n\r\n(I am just taken by the hype these days) friends feel i should be blowing I know hours that I am owing I'm a pay up pen down till the early morning , thought clouds gather up won't be long until pouring \r\n(And I am feeling way blessed these days) man I swear that I want it all work till I got it all , even when I am full I am pretty sure I am a want some more ,mute to the hate chip on my shoulders I shake it off\r\n(I am just tryna find my way) on my line I'm a risk in all deposit the passion credit the hustle at all costs running insane breaking these beriers never stop (always trust my art my art is never wrong) \u00d72\r\n Verse 2 \r\n\r\n[Verse 2 ]\r\nThis is my ten thousand hours in the making, young and still broke but my plate is far from breaking, undertaking bad thoughts overtaking to first position, concrete to the vision the Misson is never shifting unless I am moving up a gear, squad out here buried deep inside opinions resurrecting all my fears about to come over and bite tell them kiss my dierier chaneling on my deep emotions I can hear them very clear they surrounding me...so I don't need no more attention nappy headed motherfucker when I look at my reflection mama said that I should comb tell her something she don't know , this hair resembles thoughts that are growing from the dome intellectual property the typa shit you cannot own. There is no grater feeling than mama feeling that I am hopeless but how do I explain that when I rap I feel chosen...\r\n\r\n[Hook]","download_count":237,"play_count":1,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-18","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5af\/6cd\/11d\/thumb_71605_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}