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BirthDay - (Lyrics)

Yeah…
Another f***in’ year passed, candles melt in my skull,
Every wish I make is a punchline life loves to pull.
Call it my birthday? Nah-call it my worst day,
Same damn loop, pain stuck on replay.

I wake up feelin’ like a bomb that never detonates,
Pressure in my chest like fate’s hands tryin’ to separate
Me from me-split my brain like a goddamn mixtape,
Side A rage, Side B guilt I can’t scrape.

People say I changed… bh, when did I ever stay?
I’ve been fightin’ shadows of myself since the fin’ eighth grade.
Look at me-rap’s Frankenstein, stitched by mistakes,
And every birthday candle just adds more goddamn weight.

But I blow ’em out anyway-
“Make a wish, Marshall!”
Okay: I wish the world would quit playin’ me like a hassle.
I wish the voice inside my head would quit the f***in’ wrestle,
And let me breathe without draggin’ demons in a tassel.

Yeah, celebrate me-another lap around the sun,
But all I feel is the heat from the fin’ gun
Life keeps pointin’ at me sayin’, “Run, run, run.”
But I’m done runnin’, bh-I’m the f***in’ one.

I bite back, spit venom on the track,
Every birthday’s just another reason for attack.
Cake on the table, knives in my back,
So I cut the ropes life tied, and I snap back.

You think I’m bitter? Nah, I’m seasoned-
My trauma got layers like a cake that’s been freezin’.
My anger got rhythm, my misery’s got meaning,
And every year I rise from the ashes still breathin’.

Happy fin’ birthday, Marshall-cheers to the scars,
Cheers to screamin’ at the ceiling while talkin’ to the stars.
Cheers to fallin’ apart then rappin’ in the shards,
Turnin’ every bruise into fin’ battle bars.

Another year older, another year colder,
Another chip on my shoulder stacked like a boulder.
But I carry that s**t-
I’m the weight-holder,
’Til the day death taps me sayin’, “Game over.”

But not today, motherf***er
Today I spit flames,
Today I light the fuse and blow holes through these chains.
Today I own every cut, every curse, every pain,
And I scream to the world:
This birthday ain’t in vain.

So bring the candles, bring the smoke, bring the fight,
Bring the ghosts of my past tryin’ to ruin my night.
I’ll drag them all to the booth, flip the switch, ignite
Turn my darkest s**t into lyrical dynamite.

’Cause every year I survive is a f***in’ headline,
“Marshall cheats death again”-print it in bold lines.
My heartbeat syncs with the kick drum’s design,
And I rise from the wreckage every goddamn time.

So here’s my toast to the chaos I’m livin’ in:
To the battles I lose, to the wars I still win.
To the voice sayin’ “quit”-I tell it “Try again.”
This is my birthday, bh-
Let the motherfer begin.

Another year, another list of motherfers I outgrew,
Fake friends poppin’ up like, “Yo, I always knew
You’d make it, Em!” shut the f up, dude,
You weren’t there when my whole damn life came unglued.

Where were you when my pen bled through the notebook?
Where were you when every critic said I’m “washed” and “overcooked”?
Where were you when I screamed into the mic till it shook?
Now you wanna slice of the cake? Bh, get fin’ hooked.

I don’t need balloons, don’t need no fake cheers,
I need silence
So I can hear my past whisper in my ears.
Tellin’ me, “You’ll break again,” but I switch the gears,
Then run over those voices like I’m shiftin’ through fears.

I’m the gift you can’t wrap, the curse you can’t cap,
The voice that crawls under skin when the speakers snap.
Every birthday’s just another reminder of the trap,
But I claw through the dirt and stand right back.

Middle fingers up
Here’s my twisted celebration,
Toast to depression, addiction, desperation.
Toast to every motherf***er in my path with no patience,
I eat ’em alive
Call it birthday cremation.

Yeah, candles flicker but I’m the one that burns,
Every lesson life gave me came with f***in’ turns.
Every bridge I torched?
Never once concerned
I light a match with my trauma and watch the world learn.

Birthdays ain’t sweet, they just taste like revenge,
Taste like every f***in’ bully thrown over the fence.
Taste like every scar I turned into self-defense
Taste like the moment I said, “No more past tense.”

So here’s to me
The imperfect, the manic, the tragic,
The addict with habits that could cause havoc,
The rapper with magic that borders on psychopathic,
And still I rise
Call that s**t cinematic.

Another year down, put it under my belt,
Every rhyme’s a weapon I sharpened myself.
Every wound I got came from nobody else—
But I wear ’em all proudly like medals I felt.

So blow the candles out?
Nah, let that motherf***er blaze,
Let the smoke fill the room till it hides my rage.
Let the beat carry me like a tidal wave,
This is my birthday
And I’m diggin’ my own stage.

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