AmaliiiaRodrigues

[Verse 1: Cee] Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Living in the city in the middle of the winter With a fucked up mindstate, a permanent screwface The cold is getting to him, don't hurt 'em, it's too late Yeah, he just a dude with a dream That been quashed by a system, wasn't built to succeed 'Coz the red tape is choking him The never ending snowfall avalanching over him, really it nearly broken him Feel me? It ain't a joke for him Dog, this shit is his life now, and he ain't having nowhere to hide now He's questioning his motive and decisions And really, the kid'd prolly be dipping if it wasn't for the missus Nah, that's exaggerated But this seasonal depression got him aggravated, and kinda mad and jaded He feel the work he putting in ain't meaning shit to 'em So he venting in the rhymes he spit to 'em, yeah [Verse 2: Cee] Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Living in the city and the winter never quitting With a hustler's mindstate The shit that keeps him going when he's coming up irate Abundant dumb cuntery is fucking his day up He looking out the window and the snow piled way up, shit, so all he does is work And ain't no time for socializing 'til the temperatures is mild Plus he stressing tryina get this fucking scrilla piled And he waiting on some papers that'll let him stay Guess a sovereign natural person ain't enough these days Fabricated borders, laws and courts Empires built on lies, wars, killing for sport The truth, it could really drive you crazy if you let it And he knows it so he focus all the pain onto the record And he peering out the window and the snow is disappearing Shit, the first time that he smiled in a minute [Verse 3: Cee] Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Living in the city and the summer finna hit 'em With a different mindstate His thinking kinda shifted to a new paradigm man, the truth is finna shine eh He getting lifted 'til he higher than the crime rate Gives him a perspective on his life and what defines great Shaking the winter off, he aching to get involved And making the bigger call, shit, that is what living's for He wanna chill and move to Portugal Wwn a smoky bar and serve Sagres and francesinha with some Fado tunes And build an off the grid crib on an island first Start a real community who in tune with the universe He realizing that this fraudulent life is abhorrent And nothing stopping him but himself from moving it forward Fuck it all, he going harder til he beats 6 Legendary shit, Amalia Rodrigues