Credits
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Aceito Gambino
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I want everyone watching
But want no one to see me
I think I pictured this before
I swear my life a CD
So oh my god let's just rewind
That time you
I want everyone watching
But want no one to see me
I think I pictured this before
I swear my life a CD
So oh my god let's just rewind
That time you did me sleazy
Wanted to stop the movie
Wanted to smash the tv
Ain't find out yet it won't be long
Y'all keeping it between me
Gotta have to let my heart
Do the speaking
Poured out all my love
And that shit started leaking
I tried to block out all the hate
And that shit started screaming
Like Curry to much range
Diamonds Johnny Dang
Play it back I think they miss
To see when **** let it bang
Hatred all around me
Different movements
When I blink
I seen **** change on me
Fuck with how a **** think now
Pain on mute
Different day channel two
Won't do him sleazy
**** I might put the blame on you
And I'm the realist ****
I can't ever sang no tune
Grab a bowl fill up a spoon
I make sure all be fed by noon
Talking hot don't lose your roof
And have a quick trip to the moon
Off the liquor feeling loose
But **** try me off the juice
With them grimey ****
Had to get slimey
Tell you there's proof
Beef with gang and then you lose
I'm trying to tell you
Ain't no truce yeah
Know a slither do you sleaze
Got that snort will make you sneeze
We got feens on every corner
Show you some shit
You wouldn't think of
Seen a **** let it off
He wasn't blinking
We gone spin they block
And turn a left
Don't use the blinkers
We gone hit his head
Then dump him out
Call them the sinkers
Better hold it down
If **** ever gotta see cuffs
Riding with a dent
Then **** we fucked
Riding and see dent
Only right see slugs
**** pussy they ain't tough
Mix my purple with the punch
Extra real
But quick to switch on ****
Perfect with the bluff
We play poker get you flushed
Bitch you fucking with the top dogs
Smoking all my pain away
Wrong move gone get you
Knocked off
Real **** y'all just knock offs
Like trizzy verses wockhard
Got the toaster on me
Turn a **** to a pop tart
Envy killing ****
I ain't jealous I'm a pop star
Drumming with my ****
Got a army full of rockstars
I was in the trenches
Put my kicks on when shit got far
What ever for the green
Was serving chief
But **** got hard
Make the scene bizarre
Feeling the blicky
In the backyard
He almost lost his soul
Dishing it out
Thinking they had heart
(Ayo Hayze)
He almost lost his soul
Dishing it out
Thinking they had heart
(Go Crazy)
Written by: Aceito Gambino
