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The DrunkenPoet - Save a Country or Die Trying (feat. Talal Akram Jabeer) [Radio Edit] Lyrics



The DrunkenPoet - Save a Country or Die Trying (feat. Talal Akram Jabeer) [Radio Edit] Lyrics




We out here itching for living, I got ma pimps out here chilling
Maybe a sour thumb plucked out a descending glass ceiling
You know I spit out these rhymes to stories getting me feeling
Like those, hot summer nights, four story, drug haven buildings
So lets put on a show, that got em on the streets killing
I know they saw this brother, dress up, fresh up, smoke up and dealing
Heaven knows what you stealing, I put a trace on the reeling
I'm the devil, knows your secrets, though you keep on concealing
Enough of love hate repealing, I make it rain while I'm wheeling
Trophy life and a wife... I find it far from appealing
Screw your echelon seeking, Hard and long to keep breathing
A mirror, f**k google maps, will show you, all you've been seeking
We see em haters conniving, we saw em seeking divining
And then we saw her applause for shady face plucks and seatings
Now I don't care for a meeting, of minds and intimate feelings
Just don't get em involved in foundering, up a long preaching
Cus we just in our zone, distilling music most willing
Till our cups runneth over, until they fill up with thrilling
Emerging ritual killings, assassinations get biddings
Cos when you climb up that mountain, you only stop when you're kidding
To catch your breath when you swimming, to stop your homie from trippin
Just make a point when you spitting, not just to get em on cillin
I know it's dark down those tunnels, where you've spent your time digging
But those boots better shine boy, when you done with the licking

Tired of roads that lead to nowhere
Just to know that someone really cares
I
Guess we're stuck with taking chances

Tick tick boom annihilator sticking to denial makers
Haters got no reason to be barking its banal faker
Casanova called me up when I was his exonerater
Praying for release, from just another pollinator
Calling me a dominator, love and hate proliferator
Victory is in the name, Based on my denominators
Tired of shady navigators waiting for a vindicator
Leave your message after smoke, and I just might just see you later
Spent some time on aggravating found myself just suffocating
From the path kept deviating excavating carbon dating
People stuck on elevating contemplating hesitating
Calculating validating, just to end up terminating
Love just keeps on escalating, till I felt me gravitating
To its point of propagating, emanating radiating
Trippin up on decorating, I just think you complicating
Hiding with the oscillating when all you need is renovating
Incubating words that in the end will end up alternating
Detonating, devastating, activating, agitating
Perforating, elevating, integrating, formulating
Populating minds that wound up sleeping through the regulating
Mutilating lives stuck busy in the forage fornicating
Throwing plastic out the door, then run to check the octane rating
F*ck this feels so liberating, half this life's debilitating
Risking nothing imitating, Houston start communicating
Facebook bred adjudicators, logic circumnavigators
Looking for interrogators, keyboard bitch ejaculators
Research on my nomenclature, DrunkenPoet syndicators
Batman's low life gallery, got shit on my invalidators
B***h I've seen you bullying, so how come you evaluate her?
Glorified adulterators feminist adjudicators
Bow your head in silence, you a hypocrite collaborator
Crying like a spoilt b***h, who's boyfriend means intimidator
Seen em play with social status, snubbing out the deviators
Paid em dues for dreaming big and thinking to be trailblazers
Private eye investigators, busy with procrastinators
Till it comes to owning up, Say, wasn't a participator
Hating me triangulator, bad boy excommunicator
Basic b***h sophisticator, bad vibe decontaminator
Get that stick stuck up your ass a holiness officiator
Pray to god to save you now, he made me no exaggerator

Tired of roads that lead to nowhere
Just to know that someone really cares
I
Guess we're stuck with taking chances
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We out here itching for living, I got ma pimps out here chilling
Maybe a sour thumb plucked out a descending glass ceiling
You know I spit out these rhymes to stories getting me feeling
Like those, hot summer nights, four story, drug haven buildings
So lets put on a show, that got em on the streets killing
I know they saw this brother, dress up, fresh up, smoke up and dealing
Heaven knows what you stealing, I put a trace on the reeling
I'm the devil, knows your secrets, though you keep on concealing
Enough of love hate repealing, I make it rain while I'm wheeling
Trophy life and a wife... I find it far from appealing
Screw your echelon seeking, Hard and long to keep breathing
A mirror, f**k google maps, will show you, all you've been seeking
We see em haters conniving, we saw em seeking divining
And then we saw her applause for shady face plucks and seatings
Now I don't care for a meeting, of minds and intimate feelings
Just don't get em involved in foundering, up a long preaching
Cus we just in our zone, distilling music most willing
Till our cups runneth over, until they fill up with thrilling
Emerging ritual killings, assassinations get biddings
Cos when you climb up that mountain, you only stop when you're kidding
To catch your breath when you swimming, to stop your homie from trippin
Just make a point when you spitting, not just to get em on cillin
I know it's dark down those tunnels, where you've spent your time digging
But those boots better shine boy, when you done with the licking

Tired of roads that lead to nowhere
Just to know that someone really cares
I
Guess we're stuck with taking chances

Tick tick boom annihilator sticking to denial makers
Haters got no reason to be barking its banal faker
Casanova called me up when I was his exonerater
Praying for release, from just another pollinator
Calling me a dominator, love and hate proliferator
Victory is in the name, Based on my denominators
Tired of shady navigators waiting for a vindicator
Leave your message after smoke, and I just might just see you later
Spent some time on aggravating found myself just suffocating
From the path kept deviating excavating carbon dating
People stuck on elevating contemplating hesitating
Calculating validating, just to end up terminating
Love just keeps on escalating, till I felt me gravitating
To its point of propagating, emanating radiating
Trippin up on decorating, I just think you complicating
Hiding with the oscillating when all you need is renovating
Incubating words that in the end will end up alternating
Detonating, devastating, activating, agitating
Perforating, elevating, integrating, formulating
Populating minds that wound up sleeping through the regulating
Mutilating lives stuck busy in the forage fornicating
Throwing plastic out the door, then run to check the octane rating
F*ck this feels so liberating, half this life's debilitating
Risking nothing imitating, Houston start communicating
Facebook bred adjudicators, logic circumnavigators
Looking for interrogators, keyboard bitch ejaculators
Research on my nomenclature, DrunkenPoet syndicators
Batman's low life gallery, got shit on my invalidators
B***h I've seen you bullying, so how come you evaluate her?
Glorified adulterators feminist adjudicators
Bow your head in silence, you a hypocrite collaborator
Crying like a spoilt b***h, who's boyfriend means intimidator
Seen em play with social status, snubbing out the deviators
Paid em dues for dreaming big and thinking to be trailblazers
Private eye investigators, busy with procrastinators
Till it comes to owning up, Say, wasn't a participator
Hating me triangulator, bad boy excommunicator
Basic b***h sophisticator, bad vibe decontaminator
Get that stick stuck up your ass a holiness officiator
Pray to god to save you now, he made me no exaggerator

Tired of roads that lead to nowhere
Just to know that someone really cares
I
Guess we're stuck with taking chances
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Writer: Jayanga Nanayakkara, Talal Jabeer
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