[Intro]
This is the shit that triggers me, I guess
[Hook]
Leave me in my space
I need to escape (from fuckin’ everything)
The chaos in the world won’t ever change (guess I’ll forever wait)
Sick of all the flexers
All that shit? Pretentious (everywhere)
Shadow in the light of all your ex’s (in their darkest days) [x2]
[Verse 1]
Overrated praises plague the nation’s greatest accolades
No Golden Globеs
No damn awards can fill your fucking trophy case
Never mind thosе friends you had to boost your high estate
You’ll deny them
Try and hide them
They deserve the shit you made (Yo)
Fuck your privilege
Fuck your inches
Fuck your shit you wanna say to me
Fuck your P’s
Fuck your keys
Fake McDuck, you fucking wanna be
Dedicate your fucking life to shit
Fabricate your ass, lips, hips and tits
I ain’t having it
You’re probably out of it
If you idiots thinking I’ll surrender to a bitch who wanna switch up
In the dark
In the park, looking crazy in her car
I ain’t gassed
Light up on the Tinder
Bet she’ll hinder all the progress that I built upon the rock
I took my finger, then pass
I’m ignoring this, so keep snorting shit
I don’t fuck with mates who wanna quit on me
You’re ignoring me and think I’M the boring one?
Done with you if you don’t fuck with me
I respawn on my lyrical throne
Getting paper, make a cape
I’m a motherfucking don, baby!
You can’t point your middle finger in front of the king of the zingers
It’s all pointless tryna get a fucking job, lately
So I pick up the pen to go and end defences of the enemies
Squad up in the form of a video
They need a remedy
Illest of the flows
Poppin’ pills, what they know?
My disabilities ain’t ever gonna show
Maybe?
[Hook]
Leave me in my space
I need to escape (from fuckin’ everything)
The chaos in the world won’t ever change (guess I’ll forever wait)
Sick of all the flexers
All that shit? Pretentious (everywhere)
Shadow in the light of all your ex’s (in their darkest days) [x2]
[Verse 2]
Fake depression spreading
Fuck the leader of this cult
Mental health can take a life
And Bill? That virus is your fault!
Overprivileged, ill-decisioned motherfucker
Slaughterhouse
I won’t ever praise the words that keep escaping from your mouths
There’s no escape for me
Turned twenty
Money trees from all her streams
Buried no one
Owned no gun
She only kills them in her dreams
I got rosebuds for both Budd’s
My buddy’s grave, I must respect
And all your comments mocking him?
I’ll lock my fingers ‘round your neck (snap it)
Thanos cut the beat
But bring it back, I need to speak
Fucking rat packs, set new traps
Now wack ass rappers, snap and lose tracks
But I see the bait
I’m laid back and waiting
Check the hate on my phone and rating all the names
And reply today
And repeating this over and over again
’Til they break or I make an EP
Sharing feelings, emotions that I just haven’t released in a minute
Every second that I waste goes on the list of mistakes that I hate to admit
But yeah, I must hit it
And I believe that I still got my freedom
To pick and choose
Do what I need to get by
With all my beliefs
So don’t you PC me, or my besties’, Frida
[Hook]
Leave me in my space
I need to escape (from fuckin’ everything)
The chaos in the world won’t ever change (guess I’ll forever wait)
Sick of all the flexers
All that shit? Pretentious (everywhere)
Shadow in the light of all your ex’s (in their darkest days) [x2]
