Woah

Verse 1:

Woe is me, fight or flight?

Self-righteous or self-crisis?

I been enticed by dotted lines, wrong and right?

Nothing ever was black and white

Read my lips for f**cking spite

Who'm mix that lean a dirty sprite, or hit that pipe, cause such is life?

And poltergeist and pride in death and all collide?

I’m a f**cking slick Rick But mortified

Cause I heard twisted shit like torch at night

Shiver your spine, you cruisin' for a brusin' If you step in line

F**ck a piece of a mind, Intentions so intertwined

You a f**cking pig? Well halal to Mr swine, halal to Mr swine?

Hook:

Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, (like woah x8)

Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up

Verse 2:

Dash of contempt like F**ck contemporaries

You got talent dear? Well talents temporary

I thought had that too, sunshine and rainbows, till they beat you all black and blue

You get to know that hue

A nuance? Take the clue

You trynna be rich? Cry yourself a pool

But don't ash the cue, convenient and so past the truth

Carrot edgy, on the stoop, so close you could taste the soup

You a muse? cos I’m amused

By how low you would stoop

Trynna hide what you got to prove

I'm trynna find, what you got to loose?

This uncomfortable

See, I just want Balenciaga

And I just can't admit my problems (F**ck it)

Been a compulsive liar and all we got is silence

And this white noise f**cking violent

Espresso to my express ma’ feelings?

Can't deal with all these hallow pinions

Too spicy, so damn rife

I want my shit to slap so I f**cking beat my psyche( psyche)

And tell the copper no conducting lightly

Let the sparks fly I’m a f**cking Hypebeast

Hook:

Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, (like woah x8)

Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up

Verse 3:

Call for back up If u no call me back up

The Perfect backdrop for imperfect actions

The truth hurts but assume a bullet hurts more?

My brother took one, no love in war

There pain in pleasure, and I’m a f**cking deadbeat

Sleepwalking through last September

Still, trynna kill a n**ga if remember

But never a had dead beat

Dreaded like Im some pacemaker

Drums that'll make you f**cking move your rump shaker

But I dread them stakes

Pick of the bunch, like where my first dates?

Reimbursed ya’ll cause I couldn’t be staged

You're to conceited wit your polaroids and pick me ups

I’m so Absent off this absinth

I could Inflate them aqueducts for a sub

Burnt rubber but I dreamt of clutch and always strapped it up

Tell me what passion was?

Imagine us in a trance riding dirty

Fake friends always try to hurt me?

And that ego always f**cking flirty

Enough to make a man go “Zero Dark Thirty”

In a split sec went from zero to thirty

Wish the come up was half as urgent?

Ain't got a stain on me n**ga, cup a pesticide and a half detergent

Ahaha drink bleach

Like woah, woah, woah, hold up woah, woah, woah, hold up, F**ck it

Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up