Musica de Already A Thief del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Already A Thief tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
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[Intro: Already A Thief]
I'm sick and tired…
Of all this bull shit music…
What the fuck have I been writing?
It's time for me to be real and talk about real shit
Because I don't own a fuckin city…
And I don't have PTSD
So how about I write a letter?
An open letter
[Verse 1: Already A Thief]
Dear myself and everybody hearin' this
I am sittin' here at this, desk
Writin' shit that's serious
I'm a fuckin' lyricist
Don't question it I'm furious
Waitin' for a point? Well here it is:
People don't know my name
I could say I'm insane but really I just talk game
I'm just wishin' for a better day
Hopin' shit'll go my way
I rap just to ease the pain
Now they ask about the pain
"What the hell's the pain from?
Like a paintgun? Or a kid tryna make fun?
Or a rap that you fucked up on take one?"
No shut the fuck up
Let me talk
This ain't a game it ain't the same
Don't say you can feel my pain
Cuz you can't it's different
Now please just listen to…
[Hook: Already A Thief]
The pain in my chest
The ache in my head
What's on my mind
It's gotta be said
I'm fuckin' depressed
I'm not, makin' shit up
I'm just, sayin' what needs to be said
[Verse 2: Already A Thief]
Do you get it now?
Do you understand what I mean when I say it's real?
It's me, I had to get that off my chest
But now we've wiped the slate clean
I am only 18 yet
I am making
Rap tracks bout real life, real shit
Yea I got a real knife and I got real slits
All up in my real wrists
Yes they are real scars
And I'm spittin' real bars
I don't even got a car
Cuz that I cannot afford
I couldn't get a Ford
I still got four more years to go of school
If I don't drop out
I be livin' at mom's house
Couldn't get a job now
Gotta stick it out now
Don't be givin' up now
But I'm goin' up, down
Like a roller coaster
Got mom over shoulder sayin'
"Put that on the coaster
And you better put away the toaster"
Wait…
Do you see the life I'm living?
I'm 18 years old and I have to put my fuckin'
Mountain Dew on a coaster?
That's ridiculous
I'm sick of this I really couldn't give a shit
I'd rather be up in my room
And sit alone when no one's home
Cuz I cannot deal with all...
[Hook: Already A Thief]
The pain in my chest
The ache in my head
What's on my mind
It's gotta be said
I'm fuckin' depressed
I'm not, makin' shit up
I'm just, sayin' what needs to be said
[Bridge: Already A Thief]
And if you can't see
The devil in me
Then you should proceed
With caution you'll see
That I am not what
You thought that I'd be
Cuz I am fucked up
Yes I am fucked up
In every damn way
[Verse 3: Already A Thief]
Yea, Don't come my way
Just runaway and keep your faith
I have no faith
Cuz Satan's birthday is December 8th
Cuz all I am is filled with hate
So build a gate
Cuz I'm a fuckin' renegade
Make this shit an escapade
And let it escalate and elevate
I'm not afraid to bust a barricade
You won't evade
Say my name
Give me accolades and attention
That's all I need
Did I mention the tension
I feel it stretchin'
When my mom looks in my fathers direction
I can feel the connection disconnectin'
Look who it's affectin'
They should've used some protection
Cuz I'm like bacteria spreadin'
Just get disinfectant and kill me
[Hook: Already A Thief]
The pain in my chest
The ache in my head
What's on my mind
It's gotta be said
I'm fuckin' depressed
I'm not, makin' shit up
I'm just, sayin' what needs to be said