Sylvan LaCue - Coffee Break (2018)

Sylvan LaCue - Coffee Break (2018)
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Sylvan LaCue - Coffee Break текст
[Verse] I been thinking centuries In twenty years will these niggas mention me? I'm all in your odds Don't know many times I've played these cards Just keep your guard and disregard facades Tunnel vision has brought me this far Hennessy guzzling, lies have been muzzling Fuck was I, yo Holding grudges, I should let these bygones be bygones If I'm on then I'm gone, and my dawns can flourish in peace Snakes will never be stand up I had to switch up my stanzas, was money motivated Ironically, no apologies I thought it would be wiser to speak the truth I'm tired of struggling, I'm tired of making excuses If you want change then make a change, don't get lost in the 'clusive That shit ain't conducive of forward thinking Too many blacks is dying Too many cops acquitted My skin is a splitting image of fear and misunderstanding I feel like my mistakes done cost some chances But fuck that shit, at least I caught some glances I can smell it, stronger than fakeness around the corner Gotta be bigger than self, don't ask [me out if] you want ta Don't say I never warned ya Music was all I had, I turned away the world to find myself You know I hate to brag, but fuck your legacy I followed no recipe, this is my shit Rather build from the bottom then stand behind of your cockpit Use my talents to better humanity How long will I be a slave to desires and vanity I search for the man in me Responsibility for my passion I pray that my talents be used by the law for more action Can't leave this world with nothing but judgment of acts reenacted and form emotion What have you done to make my land a better place though? Nigga case closed, since my father I don't carry on with Refusing offers from seat and sponsors You so accomplished, you so above All this nonsense, self-righteous Come and write this sense of, higher purpose to ruin past creative felt like this, mmm Amazing grace, you face mistakes, my pen escape, then wake your soul and witness how long it actually tends to take I pressed the breaks so many times, I might as well be a mom I move in silence but nothing actually climbs Don't lose your soul, nigga Don't ever lose your purpose when it's told, nigga Be aware of those who never wanna fold with you but go with you, when more figures, go swole picture These cold niggas invest in my whole liver Fuck them toxins, My brother surrounded by oxytocins Told him I'd whip his ass if I found him around them problems Drug culture, used to glorify the sellers But now we users, open abusers, destroying ourselves Avoiding thy hell, or preach your head off I'm feeling best off when I'm open and private Fuck all that silence, what constitutes the root of suicide? I know some niggas who cried Came to my side, nothing but tears in their eyes Like "I wish my homie heard your music", he'd probably survive Chills down my spine and what I'm concerned with Spotify plays and how to make amends with niggas I give two fucks about so I can route how to maximize this clout I owe y'all apologies See, I been making music for the wrong reasons I think my vanity's catching up with my sense of being I think my lust for status is tragic, imagine Ain't spoke to friends in like seven months [?] for this passion Fuck all that reenacting, I'm more concerned with memes than taking action Then getting public with strangers, and hating or acting A slave to these boxes while suffocating through all this madness I cannot suffer, I have a voice that needs more extracting I'ma do everything in my power to watch the masses I'ma get...