Lyrics:
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
Oh I don't want to be alone I'm scared of letting go
Feel the butterflies in my belly they been getting cold
and I been playing back my album but
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
I'm cancelled by the same exact
People that taught me that being
Punk is saying stuff that's
Real edgy and ugly but nowadays it turns out
Being punk is
By listening to Lo-Fi right?
Well you came to the place
Where you are welcomed
You are not alone
In fact
This album’s just for you
So make yourself
goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Too ashamed to call,
Everyone likes a snowball fight, those kids are having fun, but if someone packs
comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but
comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but
comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Making new albums, For real
Just, stop getting features
We don't wanna hear them!
We Wanna hear you
It's not their song, It's your song
And to be honest,
back home too said shit ain't lookin' good
It's life
I just paid 8 mil to the IRS
I don't agree but then again you can say I'm blessed
Late night
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
)
Luh Charlez cooks up the beat (Cook it)
And I drop voodoo on you (Voodoo)
Witchcraft real life place a spell on you (Spell)
Nothing but dope
it cost, i got it
Ay yo I go by the name of the problem
I wanna thank my fans
For supportin' my albums
Look, y'all went and got 'em
I appreciate that
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give
to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
Feel my heart for what it is
For not all that bleeds has a home
For I can't love you by myself
But I can't love anybody else
An atom bomb to the heart
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
Cant stand these lame ass hoes
Around every corner doesent matter you go
They gon come up in yo home
They could have your blood but have none of your
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