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Mansoor Gottem - Cry on the Mic Lyrics



Mansoor Gottem - Cry on the Mic Lyrics




"Out here, not eatin' chips
Right now, we not eatin' chips
You know we stay not eatin' chips
On probation for eatin' too many chips on the track
You know that shit is too loud, bro
We can't have eatin' chips in the studio, also known as my bedroom
That shit is just a little too much for me right now
I'm about to spit some sad shit
Let's go"

I stay with my day one N
Those ghosts in my room never leave
I got two devils on my shoulder N
They writing down all my bad deeds
Write all day, cause I'm always wilin' N
You know that I got my needs
Everyday, it don't even matter to me
You know I'm in way too deep

You know I'm in way too deep
You know I f*ck around like I'm Lil Peep
You know that you never see me, I creep
You know that I'm strapped with a scythe, I reap
I might f*ck around and get put in the ground
Do you hear the sound of this shit? so profound
The shit I just downed that I found lying around
The shit I just downed might put me in the ground

Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I thought you already knew
Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I think you're cryin' too

Find me in my room, making beats
Tryna make it all go away, it repeats
Tryna find a way to defeat
All the dark thoughts in my head, never sleep
Tryin' everyday just to eat
Kidding myself, I'm no wolf, I'm a sheep
Killing myself in my dreams so I'm freed
Quitting oneself is a deed so concrete
Reminding myself of my N who did

Rewinding myself, cause I never could commit
Still finding myself, and, yeah, I can admit it
Always driving myself to a place I get admitted
I guess liking myself is just something I omitted
I can see my self dead, image is so vivid
Visage is so pale red, and so very rigid
Takin' in my last breath, sayin' somethin' twisted
Then I'm gone passed death, see my soul and spirit

Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I thought you already knew
Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I think you're cryin' too, bitch!

Do you know what it's like?
I cry on the mic
Do you know what it's like?
I cry on the mic

"Really still cryin' in the studio right now
You ain't gotta literally cry on the mic right now, bro
Bitch, get your tears out this shit, bro
Go ahead and leave the studio, bro
Go ahead and leave the studio"
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"Out here, not eatin' chips
Right now, we not eatin' chips
You know we stay not eatin' chips
On probation for eatin' too many chips on the track
You know that shit is too loud, bro
We can't have eatin' chips in the studio, also known as my bedroom
That shit is just a little too much for me right now
I'm about to spit some sad shit
Let's go"

I stay with my day one N
Those ghosts in my room never leave
I got two devils on my shoulder N
They writing down all my bad deeds
Write all day, cause I'm always wilin' N
You know that I got my needs
Everyday, it don't even matter to me
You know I'm in way too deep

You know I'm in way too deep
You know I f*ck around like I'm Lil Peep
You know that you never see me, I creep
You know that I'm strapped with a scythe, I reap
I might f*ck around and get put in the ground
Do you hear the sound of this shit? so profound
The shit I just downed that I found lying around
The shit I just downed might put me in the ground

Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I thought you already knew
Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I think you're cryin' too

Find me in my room, making beats
Tryna make it all go away, it repeats
Tryna find a way to defeat
All the dark thoughts in my head, never sleep
Tryin' everyday just to eat
Kidding myself, I'm no wolf, I'm a sheep
Killing myself in my dreams so I'm freed
Quitting oneself is a deed so concrete
Reminding myself of my N who did

Rewinding myself, cause I never could commit
Still finding myself, and, yeah, I can admit it
Always driving myself to a place I get admitted
I guess liking myself is just something I omitted
I can see my self dead, image is so vivid
Visage is so pale red, and so very rigid
Takin' in my last breath, sayin' somethin' twisted
Then I'm gone passed death, see my soul and spirit

Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I thought you already knew
Do you know what it's like?
Feel like you might have a clue
I cry on the mic
I think you're cryin' too, bitch!

Do you know what it's like?
I cry on the mic
Do you know what it's like?
I cry on the mic

"Really still cryin' in the studio right now
You ain't gotta literally cry on the mic right now, bro
Bitch, get your tears out this shit, bro
Go ahead and leave the studio, bro
Go ahead and leave the studio"
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Writer: Mansoor Ghanem
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Performed By: Mansoor Gottem
Length: 3:18
Written by: Mansoor Ghanem

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