Emo Side Project - MC emo | Текст песни

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• Emo Side Project
• MC emo

Sing along with love until you both forget the words
Keep yourself deeply emerged with every sound that can't be heard
Until what you loved has broken clocks and time is left there, frozen, stopped
For all there is to see
For all the heartbroken to be alone

The sky, although it weeps for you
There's not a thing that I could do to change your fate
The tears assaulted or the pavement as it was faulted
And cracked and broken as your concrete heart
Don't let your life be ripped apart by someone who means nothing to you
You're just a spec of the photograph that someone else takes
But the main part is bleeding off the page
I hope you find there's beauty in simplicity
I hope you can still find some beauty in me

My middle name is "heartbroken from girls"
The ones I choose always seem to hurl my emotions all around
Like they were nowhere to be found
It's so confusing to me something like this
To happen to a G?
Shit gangsta I don't care
I'll just go rap and drink some beer
And I sing:
My emo brings girls to the yard .
My emo is better than yours.
My emo rap brings gangstas to the yard, nigga
My rap is better than yours.
Because you ain't got one

So I flash the Westside sign to show I'm down
The gangsta looks at me and frowns
Says "Oh silly white boy acting like they can play the game.
He asked me, Andrew, do you even have a real rapper name?"
I said "hellz yeah, it's MC Emo."

Then he was just like "Shut up." And he like called his gang over, which was like composed of like 5 other black guys, and they had like the whole package, like bling and they were buff shit and they put me in a trash can like head first down legs hanging out and you're like whoa
and I was like, "pshh you guys are just jealous..." and he's goes "Alright? mc emo what's up with that that name is really whack" and i was like "yeah what about little jon? do you really have a little john? he was like "yo i'm not little jon i'm mike jones" and i'm like, :pshh that doesn't mean that you own: and he's like, "touche emo kid, touche!"
nigga what?!
I'm gay.