[Lyric] Wine Lips (J Soma)

Not so cocky anymore
Cuz before, I was pouring my soul in shitty songs, recording 'em
But -- how could sixteen bars explain to you how I'm feeling
Without repeating what I've said before?
Like -- J Soma's absolutely the most
Fascinating and bona fide rapper anyone knows
It don't matter that I'm a poster boy, flattened out in a pose
Had it been what I chose, I'd probably be cashiering still
Tax return the highest point of my year
And I'm hoping now it's apparent:
I'm very much trying to blow up like a self-martyred terrorist
Other rappers embarrassed
Now I'm stacking currency on my Verde Terrace
(Yeah) -- and this is so complex
That you can't guess how it ends, Blair Witch Project
I try to always tell my friends, "Hit this piff, don't stress"
But my head's been in the clouds, now I'm back -- God bless, bitch
(And now I'm just feeling a little more confident lately)

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Now I'm torn between --
Holding you back and seeing you go
I hope you hear me out
And I'm back to tear it up
Bitch, I'm the bomb -- other rappers say, "Fair enough"
Bear in mind that I'm very blunted
Confronting my comparing to to other rappers they say are dope
But I ain't really hearing it, man
And I put that on my moms
Your shit is outdated like Vista on CD-Roms
Look -- if I don't make it with my songs
I'll just take this shit over like Stalin or Genghis Khan
Cuz time is of the essence
And if she calls, she calls
If not, I get the message
In forty seconds, I said more than a lot of rappers get to saying
In twenty full-length records, man
(J Soma)

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