Mapi King & Mas3 - Fit in
By: Mapi King
Duration
3:04
Genres
Description
this is an emotional hip hop track, in which both artist recall deferent versions of some somewhat respective stories. the first being mas 3 asking for guidance from whatever route he can find it. whilst Mapi King recalls part of his past, and states how he too requires more guidance and how much love stills lucks in his life despite having "enough of the love"
Lyrics
(Mapi king) Started at seven or maybe fourteen, Can't remember but he might've been thirteen, But whatever, he said this was the dream. (Mas3) [verse one] Lets close our eyes as we hold hands and pray, Demons chasing after me I'm hoping for a better day, Good lord see me through I'm a blind man, Help me find a way to make em understand, My eyes are dark and, My vision is blurry, I've reached the dark and, Still no presence of light don't abandon me, like the kid who never knew his real parents stay with me, Stay on my side like sidekicks do, Through the sunny days and rainy days like weather men do, Through the heavy storms like real men suppose to , As I rise I carry all my flight wings, If we fall in this world I promise to never let you down but fight towards what life brings, With bars of a lyricist, Rapping every melody this bird sings, Just to see my sovereign, Just to see my presence bring pain, To those who didn't like me, [chorus] (Mapi king) - In his right size he couldn't fit in, unstrapped but fully trapped within, (Mas3) - Cause he was running with shoe laces untied, so as to fit in he was living on the outside, (Mapi King) [verse two] All the windy hate of years ago, Like my first kiss I still can't let it go, Mom told me i packed too soon, But I let it pass me vroom vroom vroom, Cause all along my home was an empty room, Full of heartbreaks and two lips that barely got one kiss, Yet that never got my emotions looped on, Cause I just needed a shoulder for me to lean on, Like memories I needed something to fall back on, To when I was a kid running lime Lennon, And though I've got enough of the love, I don't got enough of enough, Cause I got a hole made out of the love, But if filled by my moms kind of love then maybe I will joke to the bluff, Even with the freedom of a handcuff, So I can fit the axis onto the graph, [chorus] (Mapi king) - In his right size he couldn't fit in, unstrapped but fully trapped within, (Mas3) - Cause he was running with shoe laces untied, so as to fit in he was living on the outside, (Mas3) Living on the outside, on the outside, Living on the outside, on the outside, From rapping at the corner store, Just to get that dope, Now I'm getting more than the corner store, What the heck can you tell me though.
