9. Mads Veslelia - Murder Attempt ( My Bedroom ) | Текст песни

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• Murder Attempt ( My Bedroom )

Verse 1: [Mads Veslelia]
Everybody talk about being real
But that is easy with no spike in the wheel
You write about staying high and then chill
You’ll never know the fucking price or what it’s like to be billed
And gotta pay for the life you never ordered
And gotta stay in the crises you never wanted
I wanna say what it’s like to feel haunted
By mistakes that ain’t mine, that I was born in
And I’m complaining, cause I’m ‘bout to burst
I believed in my mama now she’s back on the drugs
After 20 fucking years, thought she finally learned
She was doing just fine, then felled right back and it hurts
She got her first job, so proud of her name-tag
A new start, new apartment far up in a haystack
And we talk but the spark is fake that’s hard
And my trust why the fuck would you waste that

Hook (x2): [Mads Veslelia]
Some people they will never know
And never ever understand what I broken-home can do
I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me
Cause I was never meant to breath
Now I’m killing the beat and that’s it

Verse 2: [Mads Veslelia]
Yeah, I’m supposed to be dead
My daddy beat up my momma for everything that she said
She having a baby and he was angry as hell
When she was blocking the stomach, then he was kicking the head
They call that double-murder attempt
Now he text me on my birthday, fucking funny I think
Asking me stupid questions like how I’ve been
Shut up coward, never seen you, never will
I mean, I got a stepfather calling me son
Try to keep in touch with each other but he’s always flat-drunk
But I guess we all got problems that we’re running from
Rappers keep throwing fire-crackers, I’m sitting on a bomb
But grandma, I’m thankful for what you did
I wanna get rich just to give you everything
But that ain’t happening cause people they feel
More about pop-rap and swag, than I ever will

Hook (x2): [Mads Veslelia]
Some people they will never know
And never ever understand what I broken-home can do
I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me
Cause I was never meant to breath
Now I’m killing the beat and that’s it

Verse 3: [Mads Veslelia]
Yeah, they tell me sign up for Idol
But I’m just dude tryna kill for survival
So they will boo when I spit at my rivals
Up in the final with a rifle and I’m shooting at vitals
Then I go viral
But I ain’t got time for shit
Gotta take care of my mom and grandma
Better stay off my mind I’m venom
Better be buff cause I’ma phantom
Better adjust cause I don’t change a thing boy
Listen up Roy, close it
But I got more on my list
My best homie keep it one fucking hunna with pills
So when these corny rappers calling me son of a bitch
There’s no wonder why I snap, attack, cause I am so sick
Of struggles and I’m done being humble
I ain’t the kid to push, I’m ready to rumble
I never beat around the bush, I’m kinda loco
Missing a knuckle and now I got a beef with my own uncle
A dumb fucker you are, the way you threat my grandpa
Show respect, or I’ma fuck you up
I know what you did to my mama
But I’ma save all the drama
Cause she has been through a lot now

Bridge: [Mads Veslelia]
Will this ever go away
Same shit just another day
Will I ever feel complete
I don’t think I’ll ever be

Hook (x2): [Mads Veslelia]
Some people they will never know
And never ever understand what I broken-home can do
I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me
Cause I was never meant to breath
Now I’m killing the beat and that’s it

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