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Maëldan Wilmet
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Jessey Ryan Gernheuser
Songwriter:in
Jacob Sugars
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Lyrics
Stop
Wait a second let me check the time
Got two hands boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin like a bitch and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah my words they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
bitch i'm winning got the high ground huh
chop your legs off, we got a man down huh
bitches never knew my name and now i stand out
in the standoff bitch i'm michael i don't stand down
I got these fantasies of violence in my fucking brain
anxiety inside my head i need a fucking break
I know I could never hope to live until my demon is slain
I killed it once but it came back, do it all over again
i hit you without even trying ain't no lucky shot
bitch look at me i'm in the shadow like a sunny spot
i feel like torrens having way too many bloody thoughts
you feel your bitch in love with you but she a bloody thot ye
there's so many fuckers i could see be trapped inside my basement
you say i'm a psycho that's a fucking understatement
head in the clouds, now i fancy myself a spaceman
my demons want a bloodshed, they say i'm their monster spokesman
shit, i don't need you or my friends anymore
i wanna tear that bitch a new one,
don't know what im spending money for
Starting to feel like Torso bitch,
cause i've been fucking obsessed with a bitch
Starting to feel like Ezio bitch, talk about my bitch, i wonder which
Stop
Wait a second let me check the time
Got two hands boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin like a bitch and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah my words they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
Bitch I got you on the low ground
Lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out
A lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain't raw shit it's awful
I talk a lot cus my dollas up and yo dough down
Yo wait, how you do that right there? Fuckin up my whole day?
I can't help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face
Feel it in the night air; fuckin with the wrong mayn
Find ya common sense before it go and get lost again
I don't love a salty kid
Open ya wounds hoe cus i'm gon pour the salt right in it
Fuck up out my way, keep my strains in a fuckin ziplock
See you lates, switchin lanes, while you stuck in mothafuckin gridlock
Rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star
Ain't a place on my playlist or on my roster
Stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter
It won't break cus i'm made of diamonds you made of chalk dust
Indirect contact, transmitting virus
What they say? Got milk? Fuck that, got blood?
Indica for my lung ay, flying higher than Top Gun
Throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush
Stop
Wait a second let me check the time
Got two hands boutta slap you counter clockwise
Watch
Me do everything you can't do
Think that we're the same but you're just great value
Woah
Don't think that you're slick kid
Actin like a bitch and you boutta get fisted
Damn
Yeah my words they be arrogant
Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
Writer(s): Maëldan Wilmet, Jessey Ryan Gernheuser, Jacob Sugars
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