Haf N' Haf - Heavy Heart (feat. Empara)

Spill my guts up to the public til they fuckin' feel me
Known as Haf but I feel whole when I unload the real me
Supposed to be a known emcee, the thought is so appealing
I'm runnin' sprints up in this bitch & I got no Achilles
Toronto Odyssey, Homer could write about it
I dropped out of psychology, my own family doubted
Dabbled with the depression, grabbin' a Smiff & Wesson
And aiming it my melon to put an end to the stressin' but
Would've been a fatal error
Now I'm glancing at a champion every time in the mirror
My spirit is adamantium
Mind feeling clear
And I'd be lying if I said my timing wasn't feeling nearer, yup
Life's grand when I'm grippin' the mic stand
I tighten my right hand & slip in a light trance
I, hold the mic like its really my wife's hand
Runnin' Space X tests while you stickin' to flight plans, I'm gone
They ask me how was my day
I keep answering, "fine"
Knowing damn well I ain't
Lotta stress on my mind
Even more on my plate
Feeling low all the time
Hope tomorrow I wake
With a motive to smile
With a motive to smile
With a motive to smile
No longer face to face, we living face to screen
And what your day to day is what you make it seem
And if I claim its fake & not the way for me
Then it might shake your faith in what you aim to be
But they be lying in the media
Lying on they socials
Lying on the podium
Lying cuz they supposed to
Hearts full of sodium, lying through the Pro Tools
Dumpin' autotune on your rhymes isn't soulful
Should be old news, still hella prominent
Hittin' new lows, now our morals gettin' bottomless
We don't accept each other & our struggles, we're just tolerant
Connected yet anonymous, a world with no heart in it
Sometimes you gotta take the leap before you truly fly
Sometimes you gotta find your peace before you truly die
I hope I find mine pretty soon because its due in time
You gotta give into the grief before you truly smile
They ask me how was my day
I keep answering, "fine"
Knowing damn well I ain't
Lotta stress on my mind
Even more on my plate
Feeling low all the time
Hope tomorrow I wake
With a motive to smile
With a motive to smile
With a motive to smile
They ask me how was my day
I keep answering, "fine"
Knowing damn well I ain't
Lotta stress on my mind
Even more on my plate
Feeling low all the time
Hope tomorrow I wake
With a motive to smile
With a motive to smile
With a motive to smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile

Written by:
Joshua Bourgouin-D'Aguiar

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