​rhino

Don't slow my speed down, don't hold me back

I don't wanna hear you fallin' flat (Flat, flat, flat)

I've been lookin' for my peace now, where you at? Yeah

Not the type to argue with the facts (Facts, facts, facts)

Used to-used to tippy-toe around this shit to not offend you

And it goes on and on and on

Swear it had to be the Devil, he the one who must've sent you

And he go on and on and on (Eeieo)

I usually hold my tongue, not the type for talkin' shit

Told you, "Be an optimist," then you did the opposite

Tryna find the root to all your problems, think the opps is it

I'm about to load all of my shit into a rocket ship, I'm gone

Ain't believe me

Highway to hell, AC/DC

Ain't hotheaded, but the day I am

I might lose my cool, it ain't been easy

You a crazy bitch, you a psycho bitch

You a macro-bitch, you a micro-bitch

Start that up like a microchip

That's that s— I don't like, don't trip

All in your feelings, yeah, you always all in your feelings, yeah

That's not appealin', yeah, how the fuck is that appealin'? Yeah

I hit a ceilin', yeah, Deepak Chopra need healin', yeah

Take out the time to go sit wit' your thoughts in silence

See what's revealin', yeah

Don't slow my speed down, don't hold me back

I don't wanna hear you fallin' flat (Flat, flat, flat)

I've been lookin' for my peace now, where you at? Yeah

Not the type to argue with the facts (Facts, facts, facts)

Used to-used to tippy-toe around this shit to not offend you

And it goes on and on and on

Swear it had to be the Devil, he the one who must've sent you

And he go on and on and on (Eeieo)

Full of contradictories, too much inconsistency

Where you think of that? I really wonder, that's a mystery

Your goal was to make a scene, my goal was makin' history

Someone please come take me out my motherfuckin' misery, I'm gone

Back to Boston

Got fed up with the lack of joggin'

Couldn't keep up, we ain't back to talkin'

The line right there, we ain't have to cross it

Crazy bitch, you a dusty bitch

You a lazy bitch, you a funky bitch

You a trust-me type, and I'll give a good reason to trust me, bitch

All in your feelings, yeah, you always all in your feelings, yeah

That's not appealin', yeah, how the fuck is that appealin'? Yeah

I hit a ceilin', yeah, Deepak Chopra need healin', yeah

Take out the time to go sit wit' your thoughts in silence

See what's revealin', yeah

Used to tippy-toe around this shit to not offend you

And you go on and on and on

Swear it had to be the Devil, he the one who must've sent you

And he go on and on and on (Eeieo)