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lirik lagu running punch - a sweet minute

(verse 1)

my method stays stress-ridden
vexed at living at a desk with a beck’s tipping necking penicillin
forgetting sitting spitting with a bic pen rigid
locked tight up in some mind block trying to define lyrics
forget getting in it
forget getting vexed at the sense and the excess mess of ex-women
forget forgiving
forget a gender’s hidden
forget these cheddar heads who claim they’re heavy repping on some bent gimmick
forget trying to please and trying to achieve
forget trying hard at this art with my heart on my sleeve
forget the practice and progression, recording and compression
forget rehearsing verses and forget the first impression
forget depression
forget the tension and its triggers
forget my arteries and liver, lager and liquor
forget the dark twisted darn charm of past father figures
forget trying to carve my darn image in this b-st-rd business

(chorus x2)
i started so i’ll finish
i just need to leave it be for a sweet minute
before i greet the scene and sink my t–th deep in it
my limit reached? never
just need to breathe and look before i leap innit

(verse 2)

now would you think me less of a man if i told you i got home sick?
and missed the roads we used to roam around looking for bones to pick?
or if i told you i was done with trying to bone a b-tch?
and said i’d rather find a bird to settle and get cosy with?
it’s unchauvinistic like talking about weakness
i could tell you about my deepest worries creeping but that ain’t appealing
or i could tell you about the issues that i’ve had that drove me close to mad
and left me emotionally broken when i tried to understand them
or less abandon that too
cause putting that in a tune
could really flatten the mood
and even though i’d be chatting the truth with p-ssion infused
i could come across as a nuisance who was lacking his screws
so let me start again and wipe the slate clean
i could tell you about my hate for a lame scene and fake mcs
i could tell you about my hate for these fake accents that be apparent
when half these fake rappers start their rapping
nah
that topic’s been covered enough, i’ll think of others to discuss
how about puffing skunk or f-cking some sl-ts?
or how about i’m set on self-destruct cause i’m stuck in a rut?
and the area i live in it be rugged and rough?
nah
i need some other stuff, let’s talk about money and cash
how that money makes us act and how we need that money bad
how we be, strapped for money, grabbing and blagging for money
how we be, lacking the money so we be jacking for money
nah, them topics are so obvious i need to re-ssess
all them stories and them categories have been done to death
it’s got me wondering a hundred things i hunger to press
but at this moment in time, i’ll stay hunched at my desk and think

(chorus x3)

- lirik lagu running punch

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