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MANIAC (And Cynical)

by Synical

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MANIAC 03:23
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[Verse 1]: They say where you been homie And I say I’ve been quite lonely Waiting for my ex to phone me Make it big but I ain’t phoney I was Lonely, now I love the space I got blood in my mouth, I love the taste And they now calling me superman But all I’ve got is a super dick And they say that I’m a super dick Well if that’s true then why you sucking it Then complain cause I ain’t trusting shit Well I’m sorry but I don’t trust a bitch And, I’ve downed ten shots of vodka And they’ll try and try to stop ya And they then say “oh I saw ya” But I’m about to release some new records I’m about to set some new records I go into the studio and hit record These fakes, well we don’t need em Raps in my veins, I don’t bleed em See these haters, I feed em And they say I want to be em Nah I’m okay, I’ll pass thank you Don’t believe in me, then fuck you [Chorus]: They call me a maniac But I’m working like an insomniac They don’t like the way I act Complain cause I state a fact And now they want me to retract Too bad, time to destroy a track I’m a maniac [Verse 2]: I’ve been wasting time with fakes I do this shit in only a few takes This ain’t a dream, it’s a goal Fuck being afraid of my foes I’m about to take some control I ain’t about silver, I prefer gold I ain’t the rest, break the mould And I don’t listen to what I’m told I’m winning the game, time to fold Don’t want fake friends, rather be lonely And You say you’re doing this shit for me But You don’t see my side of the story I’m swimming, I’m high off chlorine I’m not floating, I’m soaring And now, time to do some touring I find your lack of faith, boring I find the idea of winning, luring I’m the venom, don’t need curing The hate used to make my fuming But now i love all of this poison You’re just giving me a reason Nah these fakes, don’t need em It’s my time, it’s Synical season Now, who do you believe in [Chorus]: They call me a maniac But I’m working like an insomniac They don’t like the way I act Complain cause I state a fact And now they want me to retract Too bad, time to destroy a track I’m a maniac
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CYNICAL 02:49
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How can you call yourself a friend When you’re jumping on a trend And even when I try to defend You still try and now recommend That I was being super ruthless I’m flying high like my name is toothless I’m in my zone, leave me be I’m higher now, let them see That all the bullshit you’ve fed me Has been turned into rhymes It’s my time, I hear the clock chimes I’m now wasting time spitting lines Past and the present, what’s a future When your cut is healed by my suture And now I’m always up ‘fore the rooster Im taking the W but still the loser And i never wanted to lose ya But I ended up losing myself Put my pain on a sale shelf And pretend I’m now better Well sorry, but I’m now fed up And all this has now led up To a point where pain meets track Where the pain was I now lack The willpower to go on, so be it Release the pain, so I free it But I’ve lost a bit of me, that’s true And now I’ve got all this anger for you I’m now lustful for revenge I’m now breaking my amends Can’t buy a house or a Benz But I still can’t make friends And they say it’s my fault Take the songs out the vault Release a new single, no hits I don’t get into fights, no hits I release a new song so quick Then regret it but say it’s great And I’m delaying my own fate Knowing I’ll never make it I’m sorry but I can’t fake it Make 1 pound, well I’ll take it But lose it in the process Now wasting all this progress All my grades now mean nothing But it isn’t worth stopping Get the new track for dropping You ain’t in my picture, I’m cropping I’m out of my league, I’m foreign And I need to go do touring I’m never up in the morning I spend all night making music But even this all makes me lose it Releasing anger as a vessel I’m boiling up like a kettle I wear my skin like it’s metal But I’m more made of paper I’m not a criminal, but a taker And you’re not a fan, a faker I’m just a musical maker Trying to change the game When I’m stuck in my own lane Pretending I own these styles When I won’t even go miles Everything seems so visceral I’m always so miserable But Pain is now visual But I’m still so invisible But I feel so invincible That’s really so typical My pain is now so lyrical I had to put up with this ridicule Now they’re all so proud of me Now they all stand around of me I’m lost, but don’t wanna be found you see The only pain was grounding me Now the pain is having any emotion But I have all this devotion To my music, it’s all so true And I wanna change the view Around my music and synical But I’m still so cynical Of being able to make it I won’t make it I can’t make it

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released August 1, 2018

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Synical London, UK

I'm a Hip-Hop artist from the UK. I usually make conscious hip-hop but can vary my style sometimes.

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