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Days Like This ft Sinima
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prod. by Sinima Beats ANOTHER TRACK OFF THE ALBUM RELEASED IN 7 DAYS!! FOR FREE!!!
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Hip Hop artist from the East Coast: Birchy Bay, Newfoundland WHAT UP?
What up, what up? My name is Kyle Preston a.k.a Gimp, I’m from a small town in Newfoundland called Birchy Bay. Before I was even considering the possibility of being an artist I have had a deep passion for music, it is my escape from everything and always has been. I love hip hop unconditionally. This music, along with metal, has kept me alive at times where there was (in my mind) no way out. The first song I ever wrote I was around 13 or 14 and it was a rap about the Simpsons (hahahahaha) and my teachers at the time would sometimes get me to perform it for the other classes and I received nothing but praise from it. I knew at that time that maybe I had a chance at this, also fully understanding that being discovered on the east coast of Canada was highly unlikely, although that was no reason to not pursue what I felt I would be good at, and was about to find out how much I was in love with creating music...
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Peak #182
Peak in subgenre #112
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Words: Kyle Preston/ Music: Sinima Beats
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May 17, 2013
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MP3 9.3 MB 320 kbps 4:03
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Chorus: they tell me my condition is incurable... they tell me that i need to take these drugs to numb the pain.... it's days like this, i just wish that i could rewrite my history....but i must live with my mistakes... V: lookin' back through the rear view, catchin' tears on my lap, saw my past through the cracked mirror i peered through/ ...hold up my bottle to God, cheers, and here's to.... 25 years of nightmares and a chair and noose/ ....I try to hide it but it's clear that my peers knew.... eye's swollen from cryin' but smiling, a weird dude/ ..........depression took me by surprise as a man who tries biting his lip but the sheer truth is I fear losin'/ ...that's why sometimes I can't control myself, I'm thankful for my meltdown's, sometimes it helps, I hold my... head up and... get up and go like, well.. life is a struggle, and I know i've failed...but damned if i'ma throw the game, i aint gon let you win, you're snakes and i wont let you in, and how I'm s'posed to pass the gates with hate being my next of kin, i'll never know/ ...all I got's this celexa, effexor, a pair of 'phones and a head full of stress, can i let it go?/ (well therapists, they...) Chorus V: ..too many ephedrine, my head's in vice.. I've barely slept since I lost affection for life, well I guess that I took too many steps in incorrect directions, my wife took an exit and left, I'm in debt, I'm depressed, and I fight with everything/ ...f*** what you heard, trust is just as a word/ it has no bearing, I'm sick of caring, disgusted and hurt/ let me muster the strength to get up as i've been rusted and burnt, and I am nothin' but self-destruction, it must've been worth it you f*** in'.... collected all from me you needed and bounced/ you must've been just a dream and I'm pullin' teeth to get out, but I'm stuck in...seduction... without a reasonable doubt I thought it was love, but it wasn't, it doesn't breathe in this house/ what a subject... I wake up every day and pray for you though/ I'm afraid you're dealing with your pain the only way that you know/ and I hope you never die...I ain't ever wished you were gone/ we had our issues but tell me b*** what i did to you wrong?/ where's my prescription.... chorus V: I try not to cave in, I'm not really worth the dirt that they'll put my grave in, I'm drowning, I can't swim/ I'm down and I can't win, I'm frowning, I can't grin/ but luckily I found me a saint that could save Gimp/ cuz I was suicidal...flipping through the bible as depression came in waves, then it threw me a tidal/ the tribulations and trials and stipulations, like Kyle, just slip the blade through the vital, let's f*** in make the sh** final/ but what about my family? ...I know I drive em crazy/.... I know I cry too much and I'm too much sometimes and though I try I may be/ out of line, I find the sky is hazy...I struggle daily/.... The only thing I know for sure is ain't no f*** in' Brady Bunch/ So what the f*** exactly does it make me?/... Am I an inconsiderate prick who thinks he tries but finds he's failing?/...all I can do is rap, I try to be real/ cuz this the only way I know how to describe how I feel/ I know they try to tell me... Chorus
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