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King Iso
King Iso
Performer
Twista
Twista
Vocals
Rittz
Rittz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Songwriter
Carl Mitchell
Carl Mitchell
Songwriter
Jonathan McCollum
Jonathan McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Iso
King Iso
Producer

Lyrics

I feel like (I feel like, I feel like) Everybody got a ticking time bomb in 'em (ticking time bomb in 'em, ticking time bomb in 'em) It's only a matter of time (it's only a matter of time) They probably think I want attention (no) But the fact of the matter is that I wish I had a dime I could roll Fuck it, I'm about to go find me some 'dro Like I'm sick in the biz, I'm beefin' think I'm 'bout to dive into smoke I ain't controlling my mind any more I go MK, fatalities gonna rise with the toll (grrh) The homie just hit me up with a zip He said maybe I wasn't lit enough But nah, my nigga, I'm in the zone Too many bitches that hide in my phone Don't know what I'd be doing daily when I got wifey at home (man) Thinking 'bout the past, how they might did me wrong And I never got better, so fellas, I feel alone (man) Now tell me, who am I to condone? The hurt that I causin' to everybody that's riding alone I'm better off riding alone (shit) I need to be corrected like pen And my music's righting my wrongs Now when I got this nine to my dome Like a fitted got the terry rocking They steady watching, they hella jocking, Terrell is hot And on my momma, homie, you will never find a better topic (huh) I'm gettin' top and the yellow jumpin' I feel like Fetty Wap because the bed is rocking And I bet you Betty watching (huh) Sleeping with one eye open Counting this fetty, whopping They don't wanna give a nigga credit like a debit option (huh) I bet your motherfucking head is rocking I be going, serial murderer On the beat with the machete chopping (yeah) You think you thugged out? When you drug out of a drug house leaking blood out? Nigga's right his wrong But I don't give a fuck 'bout whatever he said I'm knocking everybody out that got a problem with myself Because the way that I'm living ain't healthy, bruh I'm falling, can somebody help me up? Before I explode, and I feel myself combust Before I self-destruct I know the time is ticking while I self corrupt (self-corrupt) And when I fall, nobody's gonna help me up (before I self-destruct) This place I really hate it, in my shell, I'm tucked (in my shell, I'm tucked) 'Cause there's no telling when I'm 'bout to self-destruct (before I self-destruct) And ain't nobody that did help me up 'Cause I'm a person who ain't dealt with stuff Ain't no one else's help It's just me, myself and I And when I think about it, ain't nobody else but us (before I self-destruct) And I don't need a bomb strapped to my chest When I snap, I'll react 'til I'm dead What I need is some weed Then go ask for some head, getting faded With my lady, then I relax in my bed, what I said, homie See, I self-destruct, I tried suicide once and died And came back, I'm a ghost of my former myself now None of my homeboys would help out I make another Instagram story, recording meltdowns Violent tirades, lining driveways Dined divine and white lines and nice strays Defile with my pace, it's dark, the blind shades are shut The only dripping I'm tripping is my drain Making it to my veins with my nostril clogged And a doctor called, said my wife is sick Deep inside we wishing her condition is life or death, but it isn't Tell that motherfucker write a script I sent the dude a email Told her not to fuck with the medicine, almost senselessly abused a female Talking shit in the pharmacy for making me wait It's your fault, all you had to do was to approve the refill 'Cause there's so many wounds that need healed Abusive future made a move to quit the booze The ZzzQuil, it finally wore off I'm broke, I smoke, but don't drink Time again to begin a newer me now I know no matter what, I'll never have a clean image I don't ever get a fair shade Béarnaise sauce on my rare steak with a side of cream spinach On the stage, bitches scream like they seen Gene Simmons I'm a bad bitch puller Fat and ugly as ever, but never been afraid to stack big mula Knocking at your door like a masked intruder Got your lady role-playing like a Catholic schoolgirl Electrifying feeling, wish I had this sooner People think I'm soft since I cleaned up But I self destructed this, saying, "fuck Rittz" Push your top back in a Gladiator Jeep truck I'm Rittz, bitch! I know the time is ticking while I self-corrupt (ya-uh-yeah!) And when I fall, nobody's gonna help me up (before I self-destruct) This place I really hate it, in my shell, I'm tucked (in my shell, I'm tucked) 'Cause there's no telling when I'm 'bout to self-destruct (before I self-destruct) And ain't nobody that did help me up 'Cause I'm a person who ain't dealt with stuff Ain't no one else's help It's just me, myself and I And when I think about it, ain't nobody else but us (before I self-destruct) And I don't need a bomb strapped to my chest When I snap, I'll react 'til I'm dead What I need is some weed Then go ask for some head, getting faded With my lady, then I relax in my bed, what I said, homie Listen to the soliloquy of the trilogy It'll be iller when you enter the energy, out of your epitome Out of verbal villain, the killer be like a Wu Tang, I bang 'em and physically put them in the memory Blurrin' the flow and I bring it back into focus I shake it and make it pause Put it back in motion, attacking 'em like I'm Jaws When I crack 'em open, I got a heart I catch 'em and throw 'em back in the ocean I'm a fisherman with ambition, when I be in a mission I piss a bitch for nigga, forget it For the mere mention of money Make me want it and then I gotta be on it to get it 'Cause I finesse it to get it out of predicament How could you dance? How could you smile? How could you party, living in a horror when you know I'm around? 'Cause I be terrorizing you and your friends like I'm It 'Cause I'm the shit, kicking the style You know I'm a clown I catch you every night alone I don't know right from wrong All I know is that I gotta kill 'em When I write a song with the microphone I'm creeping on 'em like caterpillar When I catch you off guard I took a look at the eyes of a nigga that tried to talk hard To a flower for the lost God I'm a knower of the lost arts I stall on 'em 'til they saw sparks Beat 'em in a battle, their sample's anatomy Fuck up your frequency frequently Then I kill 'em with energy Every bit of me warranted to leave and your body tormented I'm disoriented, thought I was killing the enemy Then I have to figure out I was inflicting pain when I felt the touch Then I realize it was me I was doing it, too This is how the mind can self-destruct Twista I know the time is ticking while I self corrupt (self-corrupt) And when I fall, nobody's gonna help me up (before I self-destruct) This place I really hate it, in my shell, I'm tucked (in my shell, I'm tucked) 'Cause there's no telling when I'm 'bout to self-destruct (before I self-destruct) And ain't nobody that did help me up 'Cause I'm a person who ain't dealt with stuff Ain't no one else's help It's just me, myself and I And when I think about it, ain't nobody else but us (before I self-destruct) And I don't need a bomb strapped to my chest When I snap, I'll react 'til I'm dead What I need is some weed Then go ask for some head, getting faded With my lady, then I relax in my bed, what I said, homie
Writer(s): Niclas Kings, Lauren Dyson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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