Chorus: 1
There's a harvest
In Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume
Catching your eye
Plain as you can stand for one laugh
Then your gone
Verse: 1
Now I don't mean it
But this shit gotta stop
I'm emotionally attached to you now I'm on the rocks
And I'mma lose
I can't handle this my life shouldn't even be this way
I can't even come up with the words that I gotta say
The dramatic, frantic volcanic life styles got to change
I'm off my rocker with that nasty ass shit you saying
But who you playing
I know that you know you always want me staying
I never thought hip hop could hurt or feel like this way mayne
Cuz I
I'm going crazy
Heart shed and bleeding while failing
I always wed be rich and famous on oceans sailing
But now your bailing on me
You were my homie caught up in this cataclysm with nothing but phony's
But now I'm homing in
Life begins
Create new sins
And to all these people listening
There ain't nothing you can do to fuck my day up so quit
Shit you might not like it
But just admit kid
I spit the ill est shit ever to keep me glistening
Chorus: 2
There's a harvest
In Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume
Catching your eye
Plain as you can stand for one laugh
Then your gone
Verse: 2
My love for hip hop has gotten me places how bout you
You never thought I could eva rip this shit back in high-school
But I could
So jokes on you
You clowns been fooled
But its all good
The mics hooked up and I'm understood
What would you do
If you could but shouldn't, probably wouldn't
Ever give up on a situation that's awkwardly crooked
You should a took it
Take that chance to call me out
I'mma light some fires in this bitch and burn the rap game down
Turn wicked clown
Devouring scouring rappers who make a sound
So when I rise out the ground
Bitch I'm in my own town
The king has been crowned
The fucking hip hop idealist who is realist
And feels it and even when some body's wanting to steal it
He will reveal it
You don't know anything about what it takes
There criticism at every marker for one mistake
Phony's and fakes who bet the highest of stakes
No remorse for change
My life will always still them
Chorus: 3
There's a harvest
On Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume
Catching your eye
Plain as you can stand for one laugh
Then your gone
There's a harvest
In Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume
Catching your eye
Plain as you can stand for one laugh
Then your gone
Verse: 1
Now I don't mean it
But this shit gotta stop
I'm emotionally attached to you now I'm on the rocks
And I'mma lose
I can't handle this my life shouldn't even be this way
I can't even come up with the words that I gotta say
The dramatic, frantic volcanic life styles got to change
I'm off my rocker with that nasty ass shit you saying
But who you playing
I know that you know you always want me staying
I never thought hip hop could hurt or feel like this way mayne
Cuz I
I'm going crazy
Heart shed and bleeding while failing
I always wed be rich and famous on oceans sailing
But now your bailing on me
You were my homie caught up in this cataclysm with nothing but phony's
But now I'm homing in
Life begins
Create new sins
And to all these people listening
There ain't nothing you can do to fuck my day up so quit
Shit you might not like it
But just admit kid
I spit the ill est shit ever to keep me glistening
Chorus: 2
There's a harvest
In Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume
Catching your eye
Plain as you can stand for one laugh
Then your gone
Verse: 2
My love for hip hop has gotten me places how bout you
You never thought I could eva rip this shit back in high-school
But I could
So jokes on you
You clowns been fooled
But its all good
The mics hooked up and I'm understood
What would you do
If you could but shouldn't, probably wouldn't
Ever give up on a situation that's awkwardly crooked
You should a took it
Take that chance to call me out
I'mma light some fires in this bitch and burn the rap game down
Turn wicked clown
Devouring scouring rappers who make a sound
So when I rise out the ground
Bitch I'm in my own town
The king has been crowned
The fucking hip hop idealist who is realist
And feels it and even when some body's wanting to steal it
He will reveal it
You don't know anything about what it takes
There criticism at every marker for one mistake
Phony's and fakes who bet the highest of stakes
No remorse for change
My life will always still them
Chorus: 3
There's a harvest
On Saturday night. as the bars filled with perfume
Catching your eye
Plain as you can stand for one laugh
Then your gone
( K.P. (Rap) )
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