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theereina · 2 days ago
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Can we talk about how Kendrick Lamar's "Gloria" isn't about a woman?
It's about music, his "pen", and the craft of rap music for him, possibly even his journey as an artist.
Does anybody else get it, or no? I don't feel like I'm reaching or overthinking this one.
Edit: I was thinking this before I paid attention to the end of the song. There are little hints even before that.
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cutefacenicetitties · 1 year ago
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We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
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mple-selhnhh · 9 months ago
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Δεν άλλαξε τίποτα εδώ.
Παίζω με την φωτιά για να καώ.
Iratus - Ψυχή όμορφη
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lyricsandsuch · 2 years ago
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“And if I had my way, then you would be mine”
— J. Cole; Deja Vu
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commonmisery · 5 days ago
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reputation // post malone
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ta-oneira-kostizoyn · 1 year ago
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Δυο πονοκέφαλοι σ’ ένα κεφάλι κι ελπίζω ν’ αντέξει.
Bloody Hawk - Πιεση
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blnxpc · 8 months ago
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CAPTCHA Poem (for Robots)
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toruandmidori · 2 months ago
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DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GANGSTA. 
Part of our funny range of embroidered effect hip hop lyrics design shirts. 
Browse the collection here, individual design below: 
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allayzonu-00 · 1 month ago
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(I wrote this poem when I wasn't feeling like myself)
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I feel abnormal
Something paranormal
Is creeping round the corner
Like it's trying to haunt ya
Voices trying to call ya
Feeling paranoia
They're here to destroy ya
They wanna end me
Feeling paranoia
When I'm unwilling
Don't give in
When I ignore yas
I can feel them creeping
It's thrilling it's chilling
I don't like this feeling
Because lately I've been feeling
So very unlike me
I look over my shoulder
Everywhere I go now
I can feel it breathing
Right down my neck
And when I turn to see it
It's never really there
I'm never really there
I don't know where I am
I might be in hell
It's a simulation
I think I'm really dead.
- IM NOT REALLY HERE.
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witchofweed · 1 year ago
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"Jetzt steh' ich da, Panorama-Seeblick
Will das hier genießen, doch es geht nicht
Frage mich, wann alle durchgedreht sind
Oder ob ich selbst das Problem bin"
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studywgabi · 4 months ago
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Brought the Aut
"'Tism rizz" is problematic but we still need autistic slang so I suggest "brought the aut," as in:
My name is Lil' Gabi and I brought the aut
I inherited the gene that my daddy got
About my special interest, I'm spitting straight facts
I am who I am, and I refuse to mask
My hands are flapping and my ass is clapping
And my perfect routine is always happening
You're so obsessed with me, I'm your hyperfixation
Wikipedia for hours is my recreation
I don't fuck with bananas 'cause the texture is crazy
I don't fuck with 'tism speaks 'cause they speak like they hate me
I don't need a cure for being a bad bitch
Fuck you and your opinion of my differences
ASD stands for ass so damn
I've got all the supply that you demand
I don't toe-walk, bitch, I toe-strut
And I see you staring at my infodump truck
I'm vaxxed, waxed, and stacked, but that's not the causation
Shut up and miss me with that misinformation
There's a lotta lies that need to be rewrote
So you can use my thighs as noise-cancelling headphones
I'm getting real tired of your constant envy
You're just mad cause your man wanna stim me
I know you're jealous of my tag-free regalia
Your man been saying my name just like echolalia
(airhorns)
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lyricsandsuch · 1 year ago
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"What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child?"
—Frank Ocean; Pink Matter FT. André 3000
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dripslyrics · 4 months ago
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Blow you out your brain when you strain to blow the fiddle. Put it in your mouth. I be gittin' dirty down south wiping off a bitch spittle. You got murder on your mouth like you ate too many skittles.
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vanx-97 · 4 months ago
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Hit ya boy he got that bag that killed someone the night before
He said he cut it one more time so all it does is make you snore
Dirty straws go out the window, foil pieces looking burnt
This life is something I can't manage, I'm just trying to make it work
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