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Michale Laurens van Dalen
Michale Laurens van Dalen
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Yeah! It's Vandal Drain all the blood out my system I've been a victim Dissociating every single part of my vision I hold a knife to relax I keep a tongue on my tab Got you on your toes looking Like I'm holding it back Think I'm made for this shit Wrote every page to this shit Ima turn it all around and make a label my bitch I'd do everything again if I ain't paid for it I just flex my inhibition like Fuck being Rich Tell me if you need anything What does that even mean? Excuse me if I'm making a scene None ya listening Out here manifesting the dream Hate feel like a pest in my being How you committing fraud but call that wealth? How you create a son and raise him up worse than yourself? I ain't talking enough to myself Turns out I'm alone now Guess I took too long to write a song and find my own sound My shit been so crazy I ain't know what to highlight Replace all the healing in my body with a new vice I'm really proud of this man Fire up all my ambitions I ain't no victim Quit the bitchin Gotta grow before we take down the system I had my time to relax Build up a plan to attack Hope God protect me before I end up with a knife in my back Walls shifting Mind Tripping Eyes Dripping Heart kickin Dead but my soul breathing Toke HPPD This is my 808 therapy I got me a lesson The matter is pressing Protecting my blessings Deploy my defenses I'm building my essence And killing depression I don't need a message I'm one with his presence The devil be messin I know the direction I'm tired of rappers who lost in the flexin You got a collection Go get you protection You think you gon tempt me I think I might like it You come bearing fruit I ain't never gon bite it My mindset go write it And print it and bind it Tonight ima I sign it I might let you buy it I might get excited I might just deny it I might just rewrite it If it ain't a glory to him in the highest Don't reason with me cus I bet you I'm biased Never gon sign with the killers and liars Sheep dog at heart I'll never retire Dripped to the 9s I know the attire She dress me for battle I think I'ma fire Shoot from the hip I just wanna get higher I just wanna get higher This me holding back Go Bring up the mask Go bring out the task Go Bring up the mask This me holding back This me holding back This me holding back Tell me if you need anything What does that even mean? Excuse me if I'm making a scene None ya listening Out here manifesting the dream Hate feel like a pest in my being I'm my own defense now No it dont make sense now I'm my own defense now Guess it all make sense now Wake up for battle I'm really proud of this man
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