Lyrics

If-if if you wanna make an enemy, out of me, count on me I don't got no friend and I don't wanna make any Mama mated with the Great Beast then came up with me Took away the peace and brought about calamity Ain't misunderstood, just ain't understood, at all They all wanna see a fall with a K.O 2021, never signed no deal You soul-sold label-owned peon You ain't never gonna be a rock superstar Just 'cause you pose in all of your posts with your guitar Why you trying to revive dead genres Breaking a million unwritten laws and now it's time to pay the cost You really wanna make, an enemy, out of me Out of me when I weathered every hand grenade, you threw me Like I'm a paper silhouette at a gun range Like I'm a silhouette, a silhouette (Ayy, chee, ayy, chee, Scar, ayy, Scar) Dickhead, haha, yeah Sick of just taking my time in this life no more Taking my time with the pressure for real Mom told me once keep it aimed at the sky Now it's funny 'cause I could just hop on the lear Ducking the function, I cut all my ties I ain't fucking with none of you pussies, is that clear? Damn it's bright, I can't open my eyes in the mirror I'm blinded by love not the fear I've put this work in for years and years No one can tell me bout tears or deals Rather spend stacks on the clothes on my back, yeah I made all this shit that you seeing me wear Did a tripple shot of the gin Got it jumping at the crib no doubts, I'm the lord, I heal Nail to my palm tried to stick me on wood See my ego's fucked, I've been living surreal They wanna hate on the kid, it's all good nigga I'm good, I fit ideals Say all the shit that I think and it got me bigger These heights, damn I really can't chill Had to live life like the way that I saw it in my head Of course so I went and got a mill How are grown folks gonna talk and cap They killers nigga, we don't need bodies round here We made another track, let them hate it Which body wants to snap, I'll defame them, I'ma aim it Turn me to a bully, run your payslip Start taxing all your pussies, run the pavement Break a bitch, I'm not human Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy) Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy) Break a bitch, I'm not human (you really wanna make an enemy) You really wanna make an enemy (eurgh) Argh! Game time bitch Stay ready, can't get ready, I'm the wrong type Had my game face on so long, I forgot what I look like Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I?
Writer(s): Eric Whitney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out