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Sumit Mittal

Abstract Children Stories Drama

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Sumit Mittal

Abstract Children Stories Drama

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2 mins
52


Be ready, I'm sorry, it's time to worry,

Hurry, Here we go again like annual (animal)


While I'm runnin through the numbers on my phone,

Let 'em spill right down the microphone


Youth right now on the block 

Running up numbers though got no jobs

Number 1,2,3 time's running out

Number 4 to the rest, let it all hang out

Keep runnin' up the numbers til we get to #1

Check out your mind and don't be blind

To the numbers, what I say (believe in urself)


Stop acting like you like it, old salt

You’re the most anxious about you

Try to provoke me even more, seadog

I can have some fun for a moment


Running after number, power and fame

You're gonna fall, Rest in peace

Everything is good but be warned

The back of your head might be in pain


Ain't no lie, if you go

I won't die though sure won't grow


Sit around running numbers

Wasting time now, watching the sky 

Waiting for this story to cul-de-sac

I am talking people by the same old game

Their running them numbers (stacked)

The game itself will hold you back


Check out your mind and don't be blind

To the numbers, what I say

don't be in the dark all by yourself 

don't play the hand that the dealer has dealt


Look at me, my eyes say we don't rest

Society kept my IQ vexed, Deny me from bad School,

Applyin’ me to the street I raised

1% graduate from school of hard life

They raise to spotlight even after hard strike


I've told it's a race of a race, (competition)

It's the race of a race of a race (persuasion)

Dreams of peace, blow steam in the face the strong in me, I still smile (I love myself)


Stop acting like you like it, old salt

You’re the most anxious about you at all

Running after number, power and fame (name)

You're gonna fall, Rest in peace to all (Hail)


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