Taboo Punx - The Dust Off

Thinking, rocking, sock it to me in the afternoon
Talking, drinking, listening, thinking in the afternoon
29 tries 'bout to bloom
Think it was 29 cries in the womb
I give it 29 tries
She tell them 29 lies
Hopped into 29 rides
I think I died 29 times
I saved myself with 29 rhymes
Writing paragraphs
Stuck in the past like a telegraph or a holograph
My biograph
My granny laughs, and I laugh
It's the art of contrast, I'm vast, I'm bright, I'm light
I like a challenge, and I got 29 types
Contemplated life on 29 flights
Spent 29 nights in the dark, no lights
In 2016 I had over 29 strikes, yikes
I put up a fight, did it how I like
Now I got 29 of 'em hyped
Fuck I care about 29 likes from people I don't even like?
Life
And that's just how it's supposed to go
29 years don't mean I know
Everything on how to let go
Or everything on discarding woes
Regarding those I have outgrown
Delete my number, don't call my phone
And that's just how it's supposed to go
29 years don't mean I know
Everything on how to let go
Or everything on discarding woes
Regarding those I have outgrown
Delete my number, don't call my phone
My nigga, I let go, and I let free
29 tries it took to be me
I rap punk, and I'm Aylin
29 Times to realize I can't please
Y'all hoes buzzing in my ear like bees
Told you 29 times you don't know what I need
Please, let a bitch breath
29 times I fell to my knees, got up 29 times like a OG
Existential dread, but I'm not lonely
Got a heart full of love and that come with a fee
Sensitivity
29 years, fuck fear, dream big Like I'm Jordan, 23
I can't forfeit
I'm a candle, now they wanna blow me
Now you wanna fuck on me (Now you wanna know me)
How you in love with me? (Don't hang up the phone, please)
You should've held me (And when I was lonely)
I'll always prevail things (Why didn't you phone me?)
They wanna inhale me, but I'm excelling when I'm ignoring them
You think I'm mean, but I'm not
I'm few and far between, I'm spaced out, astronaut
Head in the game, 29 screws like machine or bot
I could not lose that war, I fought
My dad taught me how to shoot that glock
We talked about self-defense
People try to cross over your fence
My mom taught me how to shoot my shoot
Everything we got we fought for, not bought
Mufukas never loved us
Me and sis never forgot
I'm still a rida
(I'm still a fucking rida)
I'm still a rida though (I'm still a fucking rida)
I'm still a rida
Twenty-nine tries
Twenty-nine tries (Ri-ri-ri-ri)
T-t-twenty-nine, nine, nine
Twenty-nine, nine
Nine tries
Life is very critical, and people are critical
And can be heartless
So, if you want what's right for yourself
That's cringy to say, but you gotta follow your heart
'Cause people are always gonna judge you regardless
And life is too short to be worrying about
Or censoring out things that you do
You can't let other people control your life
I am the lightsaver
Hit 'em with that sound mix it in with the fader
Brand new flava
Deliver it like USPS
And PS, I can alleviate ya PMS
Adventure in the night, and give you PM sex
And PM sweats
Elevated BPM
Never mind that, it's pussy power, pendulum
The pussy hour, the pussy flowers
And I would rather hang around poetic freaks
And sang around poetic geeks
Than hang around aesthetic freaks
And talk around apathetic freaks
I think about my genetic scheme
The other night I had pathetic dreams
I purge myself and land a queen
If philosophy is so extreme
Then academia could be a meme
And family matters everything
And Ayla is of my regime
Sister connect will be high-supreme
I am unlearning many things
Cause it's the heart in me, and the heart in you
If the heart is true, then the heart is free
And if the heart is free, then your life's anew

Written by:
Aylin Sözen

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