Taste Nate - Under the Bus

I don't want to escape my rage with ragers
Whisky shots and thots with tapers
I don't like to distract the hate with passive acts
Like posting complains on books with facers

We don't want hurt nobody
violence resorts aren't like
Wyndham Hyatt Hilton
Where you choke out your existential crisis until you accidentally killed it
I need to practice my own martial arts cause when i box i strike too rigid
Thinking bout all those that switch up like a south paw fliberty gibbit

Sometimes I feel like i contain all my emotions
For too long up In the suffer ware
So when you open me up I could be rotten but there really was so much love in there

Some kings they stress they lose their hair
Some kings they stress they grow their hair
Some kings they know they shouldn't fear
Cause there's princess for every style of hair

Lately I've been practicing what i preach so much
there is no ones around when I teach it

I can't let people to come to my light
I internalize their residues
Onamonapia like Adam West
when he don't have a partner
It's hard to switch up funny narratives
When you don't have a Robin

God gonna test your measures like little canisters of perfume
When you think your shit ain't rank
He'll make your whole stomach gurgle

I lost my keys and I started flipping out
And I know that's nothing major
It all worked out and no bodies harmed
Stop repressing all your anger

Throw it under the bus
Like Boy you got some mouth on you
He gotta lot of pain he holding in and he would love to take it out on you

Diffuse the hatred with ascension oils
Rise above the drama
When these cheaters say are you heated Nate
I say naw I’m just posted up in the sauna

Written by:
LORENZO ARMANDO DURAN, TASTE NATE

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