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The Talking Stage Game

Mistah Kye


I got a fresh wound in my heart
And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love
I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance
I ain't into that stuff
And right now, got sweat in my palms
For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms
I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight
You woulda thought it's a golden scar

They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks
That's why I'm so vocal
It's like a free skin in the game
Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful
You know me I gotta stick and move
Find me a piece and my shot ain't woeful
But me I play comps
So the girls that I got for are way prestige
and they're far from local

Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had
Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan
I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity
Went holiday and my heart got a tan
I took a trip from emotions
That's what I meant and she ripped my page
'Cause things go good, but my life is a game
So let's see how it played

Things go well for a while
A genuine smile and the feeling's electric
Got me reading your words like four, five times
I type and rewrite, man I must be dyslexic
Got my feet on the ceiling
Phone to my ear every time that we call
We calling for hours, my lingo's ours
You're just like me, man, I guess I got powers

But what do you do when the reps get lazy?
Is she getting passed 'round town?
They tell me that my sport is to cuss
So I deep my thoughts, I don't say too much
Overthinking's worse than drugs
'Cause it's not even real, you just make stuff up
Hallucinating in your brain, it drives you insane
You better gear down and press that clutch

Fuck, why the fuck am I tripping?
My name's Mk, on the mic I'm slipping
I can't think 'bout bars no more
I just think 'bout her and my heart keeps limping
Nowadays, we don't talk as much
I hold my pride, no way that I'm simping
She try air my text, so I air hers back
Fuck that, hold on I ain't finished

It's mad how it went from her telling me
That she really gonna fix my heart
To now and she poked it, bringing emotions
I really shoulda had my guard
We spoke for a good two months
Every day till dawn, like that she's gone
I'm wasting my time, I thought she was mine
And right now I don't know what's up

So I called her, it's been like two weeks now
I asked her if she's alright
She told me that she's never been better
She got a man now, felt that in my center
Oh, swear? How long has it been?
My skin so thin, I clenched up like spectre
Since last month, she said it so blunt
So I ended the call, I couldn't hack that pressure

But the thing that I'm finding amusing
Her man try beef me on socials
I told him that talk is cheap
Just come buck me, and I'll rip out your vocals
But look what she caused, she was a fraud
All of that time that I wasted
A talking stage, more than waste
I'm losing my brain
And that's why

I got a fresh wound in my heart
And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love
I don't fuck with trust either
so keep your distance I ain't into that stuff
And right now got sweat in my palms
For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms
I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight
You woulda thought it was a golden scar

They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks
That's why I'm so vocal
It's like a free skin in the game
Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful
You know me I gotta stick and move
Find me a piece, so my shot ain't woeful
But me I play comps
So the girls that I got for are way prestige
and they're far from local

Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had
Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan
I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity
Went holiday and my heart got a tan
I took a trip from emotions
That's what I meant and she ripped my page
'Cause things go good, but my life is a game
And that's how it played

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