JagR - False Complaints/ JustaguyRappin' lyrics

Young French boy, son of Sinhalese immigrants
School's close to finishing
Don't know what to think of it
Feel like I'll fold
For told to rip this shit
"Just work hard, if the work is plentiful
Both college and job you
Like won't be difficult"
Alright, but what if I can't tell
What I want in life?
What is hard work worth when
There's nothing in sight?
Awful, right, having so many options, sigh
Talk about the privilege of false problems
Plights
Look up in the sky, hope in the stars a sign
Life is what you make of it
Shit's like quantum science
Road in your heart
But schools give me a heart of ice
And I won't play pro poker
Put the cards aside
Now, what do I want from life?
Damn I can't decide fam' and cars aside
'cause that can't suffice
Half your life's your job
What if it's not the right?
Is there a way 'round empty eyes
On somber nights forced to deal with it
'cause of bills and shit
In the end, this ain't a problem, child
Really, I just ain't feeling shit
"God there's gotta be something
You got interest in!
Really, just one thing you got interest in"
Well

No clue if I can live of this
But every time one these awesome guys
From abroad slaughters mics
My eyes start glistening
My brain's then brimming with songs to write
And it feels so nice, like I'm onto something
Open the seal inside, and launch the monster
Kill the knights, that have come to stop us
Then kill some time with some Autumn Harvest
Or streamed shows like Bebop
Or Steins Gate Zero
Blade drawn, scream " Roh!", loot Draugr
Three gold?
Reap the crops grown form these seeds sown
Bake a bar roll
Serve it while the heat shows
And you'll get cavities
Hooked to this sweeter stuff
Won't let you off though
Look between your teeth are stuck
My verse, lines and words and rhymes
Divine perfect wine mixed with herb inside
And I blur the line, with these words of mine
Between a perverted mind that is
Cursed by the su-
Perbly wise, flying 'bove herds of swines
And those who heard the signs
That earth has signed
Discern the good and the bad
The dirt and shine
For both, morality would fail
Both would take the L
Knowing oh so well, this bi-worldly high
Is well-worth, both cursed and blight
For hearing a young worn
Eater chirp and chime
Got you in the sky ridin' birds to fly
Ain't running shit though, can barely walk
After all, so much work in my
Pocket, got me locked, serving time
"Complaining, inmate?", oh, no, sir it's fine
Happen's sparsely enough for me
To feel cocky enough
To just start walking up
Towards Ominous and Tough
From the top of these lungs
"Bitch-ass wannabe thugs
Your bones I'll turn and curve inside
Your nuts I'll buts, no sperm, here squirrel
Bite
Your blood and guts, you'll spurt and find
Even burning serpents couldn't stir up fright
Nah! You've just been disturbed for life"
And all that without fear, burdening my mind
For the unbreakable cell
Of solitary confinement
Will protect my neck from a
Fight with odds piling
Against my ass, for I can beat up a dick
If 'bout a beat and a sixteen
Else I'm weak as a prick
Oh sheesh this is it, all outta bars
Let's get out, take a look at the stars
A look behind my back and damn
What just happened?
Went all over the place with this bastard
Oh well, this ain't really a song it's
Just a bunch of thoughts
And I'm just a guy rappin' hardly an artist