arrrr meow! Nah she, can’t write from the heart She can only emulate, Hasn’t lived through pain worth getting out I got my name from my curse, this ah curse sid fuckin’ mouth The one that meow meow meow all day till at last I pass out There’s a reason I put in the effort that I do There’s a ree zinn I go in as hard as fuck that I do See I gotta believe that I can just wing this till I’m good enough Or just enough I will be, good. Force in me into a box, Write this way and that, Caught between what I want to make and what makes people relate I want them to feel me, To hear what I’m saying But who gone listen to my words if what I make ain’t what their taste in Girl rap just ain’t my thing, use a dude voice, Might make it sound better than british bitch noise Queen your rhymes are tight but what the fuck you sayin’ Flow is all over the place put more work into the lines you layin’ Your choruses aren’t catchy enough and The fuck is this now? Self diss rap? You might as well be putting I hate myself in the meta, tags I love it, ran outta people to destroy so now you wanna just wallow in it Meow your brain is jumping ship Can’t see the forest for the crap your mouth is spewing over it Take a breath bring it back to basics remember your training queen I’m worried your starting to lose it Hey now brown meow, your songs all exist around one of two things Either you the best thing on earth or rap about how you run out of steam Boast about your skills or wallow in your own pity Meow either the best or she thinks she ain’t shit Flittin’ back and forth, fittin’ nowhere with Other people here she’s just too fuckin’ weird [Dramatic Swell] --- Still I write, (still i write) this Diary these, Confessions (Confessions) Wrapped up in my, concessions just to try and make connections (but this) Tourettes keeps me stuck inside so god damn I better be good at this And maybe you ain’t (Shallow) Like you think you are maybe your just (Harrowed) As the diary of a harrowed hell cat shows --- [Instrumental] And the tragedy, and the sorrow Waking up wonder rinn if I’ll feel okay tomorrow Hold my hands so, cold Hold my hands so, cold --- All my bars most full of life when I feel like ending mine My best songs that I write come when I feel dead inside When all the shit I deal with gets, just too much to handil its The one saving grace that I can turn it into this, The cree yaytiv arena and me No pain, no tears no more Ain’t no time for that now Me and my pen is all that matters here One Vee One Meow zee verse her fucked up head and fear Rinn nothing anymore, just lost in a trance she can’t bear to leave Or else she’d have to face the world and all the nothing it can’t offer me I meow from my mouth and I’m stuck down inside I meow on the page cuz it was funny at the time Wear it like armor, and it can never hurt ya well I wear it like a mask and I’ve forgotten who I am. (i’ve forgotten who I am) --- [Dramatic Swell] --- Still I write, (still i write) this Diary these, Confe [Dramatic Swell] --- Still I write, (still i write) this Diary these, Confessions (Confessions) Wrapped up in my, concessions just to try and make connections (but this) Tourettes keeps me stuck inside so god damn I better be good at this And maybe you ain’t (Shallow) Like you think you are maybe your just (Harrowed) As the diary of a harrowed hell cat shows --- [Dramatic Swell] --- Still I write, (still i write) this Diary these, Confessions (Confessions) Wrapped up in my, concessions just to try and make connections (but this) Tourettes keeps me stuck inside so god damn I better be good at this And maybe you ain’t (Shallow) Like you think you are maybe your just (Harrowed) As the diary of a harrowed hell cat shows ---
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