Yeah

(heylog)

Hearing conversations that I don't know what they're talkin' 'bout

Give a little lip and bet you know that I'll be walking out

Holding up the line, like seriously, what are you on about?

Stepping up to fight, do you think I'm afraid to knock you out?

Ayy, gloves up, round one, I can't wait to pounce ya

Bloodbath, get smacked, come on, can you hit back?

No chance, throw hands, punch him in his throat glands

Your boy is a pussy, and I'd like to throw with you next

Your excuse is blaming her being a ho

If that was new to me, I'd kill you on the low

But I was stupid then and brushed it off

I'm in the trees and my bow is drawn

It doesn't matter, I'm moving like better than ever

It's all been captured, you notice how there is a pattern

I take a weapon and turn it into an aesthetic

I take aggression out all on myself and accept it

She looks so fine, I won't let her know (Why?)

"I like your hair and your pretty blue eyes"

I'm a disaster, oh, baby, I'm a disaster

And does that matter? Oh, baby, does that really matter?

Yeah

Yeah

It's all a disaster

Posted outside, war is complete

I fought for my life, it got deadly

Blood on my face, stop holding me

Dodging a m— but I don't retreat

Don't you ever talk a—

Yeah (-Treat-eat)

Wake up, and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?

My life might be lame, least that I'm not lamer

I gotta get going, and I hope to see you never