Bando⁷/ Let It Go BandoFlow🎤{Freestyle}

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yeah. dis dat bando freestyle flow.
(Ba-ba-Bando-flow) Oh oh lets go bro,hold up thanks say something if not thanks for nothing dealing with all this shit tired of it you going to do the same thing every day is predictable predictable got a whole lot of shit to do a lot of problems it's unfixable issue after issue it's hard to pay attention to so many kids it's hard to listen to nothing but noise going on inside my head wow child running around the city feel it dead how much longer am I supposed to hold on father my grip is slipping in my tripping what's the mission do they ever listen pay your attention not to mention any flaws any mistakes that you made going to be brought to the attention apprehension hard to comprehend a whole different dimension that I'm living in but it's reality tragically these people think that people that think any different than them is what special I guess I am it's cool I ain't no fucking robot put a battery in your back and your act how they want you to act and that's a fact but you can keep that I guess I'd rather be looked at a psycho crazy insane Whatchu know about pain fo real pain pills dont help so much rain rain rain hurt you and your bone feel it flowing through your veins she's a really shit but as simple as shit you ain't got to go on intricate this is bitch I don't want to hear that nonsense if you can't make it make sense then keep your two cents to your mother fucking self I'm something different top shelf you can't reach it you just an elf short mother fucker trying to cross out your own fucking brother plus your lover she'll hope plus I think she's your sister though you fucking weirdo you ain't no hero y'all ain't going to be satisfied till you die fucking around and try me keep playing games with me and I'ma take ya brains wit me  blow a hole thru your head turn your dumb ass to a fuckin dolphin you know who fault it is when slide the whip  best believe i got my stick in this bih. like that man on this polo I ain't taking no photos I stay down  Im ready set lets go jus know I'm already ready motherfucker  you keep on playing shit get deadly quick better find out who u fuckin wit u dumb stupid son of a bitch here they come heavy guns hurry up you better run he wanted to smoke I'm going to put some holes through your lungs bullets burn 223's flip and turn impact so legit it'll flip your whip just you get your shit together little fella because I know you ain't got with you be talking about you don't want a bitch laying under your house like a mouse and they like your ass up when you come out you don't want to piss to run off in your house and put this gun off in your mouth and blow your mother fucking brains out on your spouse but brings out on your couch cleaning next to your spouse bitch.. Thanks for Nothing
Hold up—say something,  
If not, thanks for nothing.  
Same day, same walls, same clock still running,  
Every little problem keeps on coming.  
I got a whole lot to do, too much to carry,  
Issue after issue, every fix gets buried.  
Too many voices, too many kids in the street,  
Too much noise in my head, no room to breathe.
I’m tired of the pattern, tired of the show,  
Everybody says they care, then they let me go.  
How much longer am I supposed to hold on
My grip keeps slipping, but I’m still moving on.
What’s the mission? Do they ever listen
They only see the flaws, never see the distance.
One mistake gets dragged into the light,
One wrong step becomes the story of your life
I’m living in a world I can barely comprehend,
A different dimension where the rules never bend.  
If thinking for myself makes me strange, then let it be—  
I’d rather be different than a copy of the machine.
Predictable, predictable,  
Every day is clinical.  
They want a battery in my back,  
Tell me how to move and act.  
I’m not your robot, not your clone,  
I’m still trying to find my own.  
Call me crazy, call me anything—  
At least I’m not the same old thing. 
Everybody’s got complaints about a life they never lived,  
Judging every scar without asking what it did.  
Rain in my bones, cold running through my veins,  
I carry all the weather, I remember all the pain.  
You don’t have to make it complicated,  
If it doesn’t make sense, don’t say it.  
Keep your two cents to yourself tonight,  
I’ve got enough static fighting for the right.
I’m something different, something hard to reach,  
Top shelf vision they can’t practice or teach.  
They try to cross me out, erase my name,  
Then wonder why I don’t keep playing their game.  
I’m no hero, but I’m still here breathing,  
No perfect answers, no easy meaning.  
If I fall apart, I’ll gather every piece
Turn the chaos into something that can bring me peace.
Predictable, predictable,
Every day is clinical.
They want a battery in my back,  
Tell me how to move and act.
I’m not your robot, not your clone,  
I’m still trying to find my own.
Call me crazy, call me anything  
At least I’m not the same old thing  
(Ba-Bando7)

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yeah. dis dat bando freestyle flow. (Ba-ba-Bando-flow) Oh oh lets go bro,hold up thanks say something if not thanks for nothing dealing with all this shit tired of it you going to do the same thing every day is predictable predictable got a whole lot of shit to do a lot of problems it's unfixable issue after issue it's hard to pay attention to so many kids it's hard to listen to nothing but noise going on inside my head wow child running around the city feel it dead how much longer am I supposed to hold on father my grip is slipping in my tripping what's the mission do they ever listen pay your attention not to mention any flaws any mistakes that you made going to be brought to the attention apprehension hard to comprehend a whole different dimension that I'm living in but it's reality tragically these people think that people that think any different than them is what special I guess I am it's cool I ain't no fucking robot put a battery in your back and your act how they want you to act and that's a fact but you can keep that I guess I'd rather be looked at a psycho crazy insane Whatchu know about pain fo real pain pills dont help so much rain rain rain hurt you and your bone feel it flowing through your veins she's a really shit but as simple as shit you ain't got to go on intricate this is bitch I don't want to hear that nonsense if you can't make it make sense then keep your two cents to your mother fucking self I'm something different top shelf you can't reach it you just an elf short mother fucker trying to cross out your own fucking brother plus your lover she'll hope plus I think she's your sister though you fucking weirdo you ain't no hero y'all ain't going to be satisfied till you die fucking around and try me keep playing games with me and I'ma take ya brains wit me blow a hole thru your head turn your dumb ass to a fuckin dolphin you know who fault it is when slide the whip best believe i got my stick in this bih. like that man on this polo I ain't taking no photos I stay down Im ready set lets go jus know I'm already ready motherfucker you keep on playing shit get deadly quick better find out who u fuckin wit u dumb stupid son of a bitch here they come heavy guns hurry up you better run he wanted to smoke I'm going to put some holes through your lungs bullets burn 223's flip and turn impact so legit it'll flip your whip just you get your shit together little fella because I know you ain't got with you be talking about you don't want a bitch laying under your house like a mouse and they like your ass up when you come out you don't want to piss to run off in your house and put this gun off in your mouth and blow your mother fucking brains out on your spouse but brings out on your couch cleaning next to your spouse bitch.. Thanks for Nothing Hold up—say something, If not, thanks for nothing. Same day, same walls, same clock still running, Every little problem keeps on coming. I got a whole lot to do, too much to carry, Issue after issue, every fix gets buried. Too many voices, too many kids in the street, Too much noise in my head, no room to breathe. I’m tired of the pattern, tired of the show, Everybody says they care, then they let me go. How much longer am I supposed to hold on My grip keeps slipping, but I’m still moving on. What’s the mission? Do they ever listen They only see the flaws, never see the distance. One mistake gets dragged into the light, One wrong step becomes the story of your life I’m living in a world I can barely comprehend, A different dimension where the rules never bend. If thinking for myself makes me strange, then let it be— I’d rather be different than a copy of the machine. Predictable, predictable, Every day is clinical. They want a battery in my back, Tell me how to move and act. I’m not your robot, not your clone, I’m still trying to find my own. Call me crazy, call me anything— At least I’m not the same old thing. Everybody’s got complaints about a life they never lived, Judging every scar without asking what it did. Rain in my bones, cold running through my veins, I carry all the weather, I remember all the pain. You don’t have to make it complicated, If it doesn’t make sense, don’t say it. Keep your two cents to yourself tonight, I’ve got enough static fighting for the right. I’m something different, something hard to reach, Top shelf vision they can’t practice or teach. They try to cross me out, erase my name, Then wonder why I don’t keep playing their game. I’m no hero, but I’m still here breathing, No perfect answers, no easy meaning. If I fall apart, I’ll gather every piece Turn the chaos into something that can bring me peace. Predictable, predictable, Every day is clinical. They want a battery in my back, Tell me how to move and act. I’m not your robot, not your clone, I’m still trying to find my own. Call me crazy, call me anything At least I’m not the same old thing (Ba-Bando7)

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