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Gawtham Ravivaruman
Songwriter
Prod. ilyruken
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Lyrics
I don't think I can take more
Nah I don't think I can take more
Heartbeat thumpin' like it's breakcore
Fat boy bouncin' imma break floors
You ain't seen me in my what?
What?
You ain't seen me in my element
I wanted Preme and Vetements
You were just beggin' for steez and relevance
Went therapy for the betterment
I treat this money like sediment
When they see me they like "Let him in!"
I'll have man on the floor like Ketamine
Way the bass make the ground shake, think the subwoofers gone skits
Club feel like an aviary, that's alotta great tits
Lord knows I've been on my bullshit, damn it is what it is
Think my wardrobe got problems, man it keeps throwing fits
I'm dressing down in my dressing gown
I can see you mad, why you stressing out?
If you wanna cry, just let it out
I was like you once, but I'm better now
Yikes, oh no
I mastered the void like Gojo
Shit might get bizarre like Jojos
So cold but flow fire like Shoto
And these days I don't need no logos
No more Depop looking for bogos
Big brand labels, nah that's a no no
Your fit tells me that you get FOMO
Make a man jump like pogo
These man are bounties, I'm like Lobo
Gudm been seasoned, came with Adobo
Tried doing fit checks, ran out of photos
You ain't seen me in my what?
What?
You ain't seen me in my element
I wanted Preme and Vetements
You were just beggin' for steez and relevance
Went therapy for the betterment
I treat this money like sediment
When they see me they like "Let him in!"
I'll have man on the floor like Ketamine
Way the bass make the ground shake, think the subwoofers gone skits
Club feel like an aviary, that's alotta great tits
Lord knows I've been on my bullshit, damn it is what it is
Think my wardrobe got problems, man it keeps throwing fits
Where's the old Gudm? I know
He's right here cookin up Grime flows
Don't act bad cah you are not psycho
Your pussy shit is shocking, Raikou
Your team's siloed, where the comms at?
Don't act bad like your down for the combat
The Muay Thai knee Jarring like Ong Bak
You and your pussyole friends ain't on that
And I don't wanna hear bout intellect
All your beliefs came from the internet
Keep wasting your time with these minute men
I got the whole house baked like gingerbread
Pack like Ochaco, got me floating
Hits like Bakugo, it's explosive
I've never seen your face at the motive
I wonder why that was?
I've never seen your face at the motive
I wonder why that was?
Writer(s): Gawtham Ravivaruman
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