Rav – Abandoned Lyrics

Produced By: Dom McLennon
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[Hook]
Hey! I'm living on a planet
Where I speak perfect sense
But no-one understands it

Mind left empty-handed
Uh, yeah
Hey! I'm living on a planet
Where I speak perfect sense
But no-one understands it
Mind left empty-handed
Abandoned, yeah

[Verse 1: Rav]
I ask the voices when they'll stop
They all answer "patience!"

Catch me selling cigarettes
To lung cancer patients

I am the once young
Petal of a lotus,
old
My minds no digi-camera
No autofocus mode

Go beyond, transcend
Paint my thoughts abstract
Every flaw mirrored
As reflections in the smashed glass
Single one resembles
Hundred patterns of my pain

But a body and brain
The latter has decayed

Restless
Paranoid's my synonym to sober
I feel like my own fucking shadow's
Trying to trip me over

I keep my glasses off
This way the world is blurry
The scary things seem soothing
Cannot perceive the dirty

The foul, the wretched
My mind, I should fetch it
Misplaced it, I'm homeless now

Thoughts running wild
Can't catch em

Living's an equation
There's too many solutions
You can cheat a few, Rasputin
But eventually, you're through with
Damn [haha!]

[Hook]

[Verse 2:Kill Bill]
I hate this fucking
Town's little quirks and shit
Those who see my purpose
Have the nerves to deem it worthlessness
I hope that there's another
Rapping team up after me
Who doesn't go look back and read
These lyrics like they're Japanese

Going over the head
The cobra chin-checks

Supposing the blessed
With explosions provoking the dead
I was pissed
Overly over-blowing this bogus set
I lacked focus
Sipping liquor, crown, black potion
Kill Bill pal
Boy that's Kill Bill style
Now we tired of it
Can we kill Bill now?

Bump some Gucci Mane
Fucking real-real loud
Wacka Flocka Flame
Be that fucking real deal now

Jotting down the point of loss
I never got my point across
They told me, "move away from here"
Thanks for the pointers pops

Fuck it
Running forward looking backwards
King's crown up on my chest
Sitting top a crooked castle
Like damn


[Hook]

[Outro]

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