Who Are You to Judge - Omar LinX



     
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Who Are You to Judge Lyrics


Maybe we fucked up
Maybe we're not right
Maybe it's our fault
But baby it's our life
And we did it our way
So who the fuck are you to judgeA lot people tell me fucked up shit
We some fucked up kids
You can't remember half the night or what the fuck we did!
Once that bender keeps on well, This the stuff I live
Shit, I'll say it out loud, that's the rut I'm in
This the after party after the after party
Once them blinds go down and you have to party
Once this broad gets to pouring my drinks
I know she scheming, but I leave it
Best believe I know more than she think
We just hitting them lows and trying to get by
Seem I make another drink for every star in the sky
You can bottle all your problems away

Put a cork in the pain
Cause on the real I ain't got much to say
Hold me down for another round
Drink 'em like I lost count
Until I'm circling my house, Like I'm locked out
It's up to you, let the soda decide
I say we tie these horses up and keep this party alive
Don't know where to take it now
All these clowns are fading out, acting like they've had enough
They telling me to wait a while
Enough to bring the hater out, but I'll be calm as any storm
Right before the thunder hit
Whatever's left is better gone
It's your decision, do or die
Call it party suicide, Light me up a cigarette
Bring it back to you and I
For everytime I feel alone
For everything I'll never know
I make this shit up as I go
There's nothing here that's set in stone
Step into my zone
Looking into my soul
Medicated up, fuck I'm sicker than you know
Liquor by the 60, Who fuckin' with me?
Let me show these frat boys, Flip cup with whiskey
I'll be on my feet until the bitter end
Will fight and laugh and make amends
The time will pass
And they'll be back, The party lights go dim again
Am I the only one that's having fun
Tequila shots outta this loaded gun
I'm trying to party hard, that's my mistake
If you ain't outta hand, you outta place
So move aside cause I can sit alone
I'll do this till I'm dead and gone
My only problems getting home
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Emerging artist Omar LinX has been perfecting his craft since the age of 15, but only recently felt it was time to drop his first mixtape “A Cold Welcome,” and has hit the ground running. In only a short period of time LinX has proven that he is at the forefront of Toronto hip hop. In the past year he has collaborated with local Toronto talent, as well as established heavy hitters, like Royce Da 5’9" and Joell Ortiz. His rugged voice and sharp tongued lyrics, laced with wit, biting humor and clever wordplay, are complemented by smooth, melodic hooks. Candid and passionate descriptions of his life are seamlessly paralleled by imaginative concepts, make him a compelling artist to listen to and give his music a distinctly unique quality. Not one to box himself in, Omar has made it a point to experiment with different genres. His latest collaborations with fellow Toronto artists Zeds Dead, notably “Wake up” and “Out for Blood,” have captivated the attention of many and received a great deal of support from hip hop and dubstep/DnB lovers alike. Their most recent creation, Out for Blood, has excited listeners, getting him heavy rotation and international praise. His fan base continues to grow as his music reaches an increasingly wider audience. His next project, “City of Ommz”, will be released early 2011, and based on what he’s demonstrated so far, it will undoubtedly push the envelope of convention and whisk listeners right into the middle of the elusive world in which he seems to thrive. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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