Reverie road (исполнитель: Hyperaptive)
Verse 1: [bad word] sweet dreams, I'm having street dreams, on the side-of-the-curb, Tryna figure out how the [bad word] I-would-converge, The emotions I'm feeling right [bad word] in-a-word, But [bad word] that, I'll leave it to the lines-in-a-verse, Since a younger man I fell-in-love, With this rap game, addictive with [bad word] buzz, This [bad word] gets me high quicker than any [bad word] Even with the sweet boys and the fake felon-thugs, But now I'm at the point of no-return, No other choice now but to make dough-and-earn, I'm advancing every year as I grow-and-learn, Feeling close to breaking at times but still I'm going-firm, Seeing guys who aint on a [bad word] Yet to my monthly views, they get treble-in-a-week! And that aint even jealousy I'll dead-'em-on-a-beat, But I need to move fast, engine revving-as-I-speak, Cause, too many days I've had pennies-in-a-bunch, Tryna count up enough to fill my belly-with-some-lunch ! And if there aint enough, then the deli's-getting-munched ! Seeing rich boys, wishing I was any-of-the [bad word] [bad word] home, Mum's stressed from the lack-of-funds, Everywhere I look in London it's a sack-of-bums! Pricks chatting about shanks and packing-guns, Blaming all their self-made problems off the back-of-slums ! Feeling like this world's all-a-mess, Every corner that I turn is a ball-of-stress, Reminiscing on wrong turns and small-regrets, Wondering if this life is really all-a-test, So I put the road under-my-feet, Pen and pad in my pocket and wander-the-street, Til I don't know the way home, heart under-my-sleeve, And let it bleed ink onto-the-sheet....... [bad word] So let this, Road, take me wherever-she-goes, While I look to the future or memories-old, When I need any stress temporarily-froze, That's when [bad word] down Reverie Rd, place where serenity-flows, Where none of life's problems or enemies-go, Where no, doors of thought can ever-be-closed, [bad word] to Reverie Rd. Verse 2: life full of uncertainty, world of chaos that we try [bad word] perfectly, I'm just as lost as each of us universally, Stuck with the way this Earth, unmercifully, Brings adversity, Dad died when I was only-a-fetus, Left my Mum broke on her lonely-to-feed-us, With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only-of-seen-us! Dodging different bailiffs every week hoping-to-meet-us! Always broke as [bad word] living lower class-in-the-strife, No family to turn to and ask-for-advice, It's been pretty dark for the first half-of-my-life, If karma exists, the next should be sparkling-bright, But fame and riches aint what I'm thirsty-for, I just wanna be stable by the time I'm 34, Not still tryna buss rhymes, living dirty-poor, [bad word] to survive in an estate on them murky-floors, But can I make-it-on-this-path? Every song I've made has been illustrated-from-the-heart, But Rap now, just aint appreciated-for-the-art, And you aint considered [bad word] if you don't make-it-to-the-charts! Regardless though I can't adjourn-rap, I'm too far down this road now to turn-back, This is my life and that's a firm-fact, I'll be doing this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns-ash, This aint like any road-I-can-find, When I'm here I'm free from the world to open-my-mind, Speak from the heart, I'm already broken-if-I'm, Supposed-to-decline, Something this close-to-divine! (Repeat from 1st Verse) So I put the road under-my-feet, Pen and pad in my pocket and wander-the-street, Til I don't know the way home, heart under-my-sleeve, And let it bleed ink onto-the-sheet.....