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lirik lagu brian october - the door

[intro]
yea, this it?

[verse: 1]
before you clapped
i was the n~gga
that’s rolling the drums
i was the one misunderstood
like i’m speaking in tongues
by the world that tried to poison
the air in my lungs
they fear me like i’m the psycho
that’s playing with guns
f~ck the world and i get gifted
with daughters and sons
the rumors on my name say
i’m one of the ones
only dirt on me is that
i was raised in the slums
the type of hood where n~ggas k!ll
for a plate of the crumbs
everyday i’m on another quest
to outdo me
i’m on the race with none other
than yours truly
only my eyes see right through me
they got opinions on my life
and none of them knew me
i’ve been up like middle fingers
in two different hands
n~ggas looking for common ground
and i’m owning the land
a different plot
from how you thought that
it had to end
can’t tell apart the real agendas
from making amends, really
[pre~hook]
we’re on the radio like 5.0
we’re on these b~tche’s fingertips
like a typo
it’s crazy times
i’m out here wilding like a psycho
it’s crazy, i know
(so crazy, it’s so crazy yea)

[hook]
but i was four
when i went out the door
(oh! crazy yea)
i want it all
that’s what i’m in it for
(i’m ready yea)
i shot my shot
but never saw the score
(already yea)
but what i know is that the boy
can bring it to your door, and more
(i’m ready yea, yea)
but i was four
when i went out the door
(oh! crazy yea)
i want it all
that’s what i’m in it for
(i’m ready yea)
i shot my shot
but never saw the score
(already yea)
but what i know is that the boy
can bring it to your door
[verse: two]
we gotta put the real work
on ourselves more
the battle scars boy
we came from the same sore
the real and fakes
that were sold at the same store
we are them n~ggas whose boat
never made shore
for d~mn sure, we was p~ssed
‘cause we’re p~ss poor
enough to put a dressing table
on a worn floor
we at war but too broke
to ever wage war
i saw a man k!ll another
when i turned four
but i was four
when i went out that door
for all to see
but never feed on a man’s sore
unquiet mind, happy soul
and my heart sore
it’s all the working of the art
on which my mouth swore
i want my pen to carve my name
that deep in the stones
to say “somebody hold my phone
i’m ringing the tones”
cleaning my closet of this dirt
and making my bones
gave all you hoes the cold shoulders
and leave alones
[pre~hook]
we’re on the radio like 5.0
we’re on these b~tche’s fingertips
like a typo
it’s crazy times
i’m out here wilding like a psycho
it’s crazy, i know
(so crazy, it’s so crazy yea)

- lirik lagu brian october

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