Sylvan LaCue - Coffee Break

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[Verse]
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I been thinking centuries
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In twenty years will these niggas mention me?
I'm all in your odds
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Don't know many times I've played these cards
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Just keep your guard and disregard facades
Tunnel vision has brought me this far
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Hennessy guzzling, lies have been muzzling
Fuck was I, yo
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Holding grudges, I should let these bygones be bygones
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If I'm on then I'm gone, and my dawns can flourish in peace
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Snakes will never be stand up
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I had to switch up my stanzas, was money motivated
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Ironically, no apologies
I thought it would be wiser to speak the truth
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I'm tired of struggling, I'm tired of making excuses
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If you want change then make a change, don't get lost in the 'clusive
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That shit ain't conducive of forward thinking
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Too many blacks is dying
Too many cops acquitted
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My skin is a splitting image of fear and misunderstanding
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I feel like my mistakes done cost some chances
But fuck that shit, at least I caught some glances
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I can smell it, stronger than fakeness around the corner
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Gotta be bigger than self, don't ask [me out if] you want ta
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Don't say I never warned ya
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Music was all I had, I turned away the world to find myself
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You know I hate to brag, but fuck your legacy
I followed no recipe, this is my shit
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Rather build from the bottom then stand behind of your cockpit
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Use my talents to better humanity
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How long will I be a slave to desires and vanity
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I search for the man in me
Responsibility for my passion
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I pray that my talents be used by the law for more action
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Can't leave this world with nothing but judgment of acts reenacted and form emotion
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What have you done to make my land a better place though?
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Nigga case closed, since my father I don't carry on with
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Refusing offers from seat and sponsors
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You so accomplished, you so above
All this nonsense, self-righteous
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Come and write this sense of, higher purpose to ruin past creative felt like this, mmm
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Amazing grace, you face mistakes, my pen escape, then wake your soul
and witness how long it actually tends to take
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I pressed the breaks so many times, I might as well be a mom
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I move in silence but nothing actually climbs
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Don't lose your soul, nigga
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Don't ever lose your purpose when it's told, nigga
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Be aware of those who never wanna fold with you but go with you, when more figures, go swole picture
These cold niggas invest in my whole liver
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Fuck them toxins, My brother surrounded by oxytocins
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Told him I'd whip his ass if I found him around them problems
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Drug culture, used to glorify the sellers
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But now we users, open abusers, destroying ourselves
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Avoiding thy hell, or preach your head off
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I'm feeling best off when I'm open and private
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Fuck all that silence, what constitutes the root of suicide?
I know some niggas who cried
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Came to my side, nothing but tears in their eyes
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Like "I wish my homie heard your music", he'd probably survive
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Chills down my spine and what I'm concerned with
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Spotify plays and how to make amends with niggas I give two fucks about so I can route
how to maximize this clout
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I owe y'all apologies
See, I been making music for the wrong reasons
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I think my vanity's catching up with my sense of being
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I think my lust for status is tragic, imagine
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Ain't spoke to friends in like seven months for this passion
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Fuck all that reenacting, I'm more concerned with memes than taking action
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Then getting public with strangers, and hating or acting
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A slave to these boxes while suffocating through all this madness
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I cannot suffer, I have a voice that needs more extracting
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I'ma do everything in my power to watch the masses
I'ma get...