Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Clyde Sheridan
Songwriter:in
Dante Ramirez
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
We are not saying the same thing
We are NOT saying the same thing
If I don't do this, I don't live
I have to do this, to fucking live
(yeah, look)
I been like losing my mind
On the verge feeling like imma die
Too many drugs by my side
And fake friends tryna fight
She looked in my eyes
And she said she's mine
Wishing I could reverse time
Ignorance Is Bliss
I must make it happen
Only time I pull back is when I rack it
These drugs to me are like horse blinkers
Like I'm Delacroix and you Mr. Jingles
Like how you ain't heard of all these heart stingers?
Pulling more triggers with your frail fingers
Haters 'gon always whisper
But the music still 'gon make em shiver
Fucking finally, yeah my message delivered
Pussy boy, have you even considered
Yeah I'm bringing negative energy
Talk shit, end up in a documentary
This is the tape of the century
How you hating but you don't know you're own damn identity
And yet still coincidentally
You shooting but you don't know the trajectory
Please don't drop, you so trash
Should've ripped off your whole enter key
So you mad bitch you better be (MISTERCRONOS)
I been trapped inside my mother fucking brain
I been tryna break the pattern, tryna break off all these chains
I drop the hardest shit you'll ever hear
But still don't got no fame
'Cause fuckers missed the real they rather lay down with the fake
Yeah 'cause they all missed the real
They rather lay down with the fake
Never use my breaks, never gotta retake
Always stay awake
Learn from my mistakes
For fucks sake!
Why these bitches always acting so damn gay
Fuck out my face
You on my nerves 'cause I'm too sober
I gotta go get baked
I need some extra face
I need some extra space
Everyday they like "What'd you create?"
Everyday keep tryna erase
Like, well fuck it's such a shame
I need that shit, I really crave
But if I don't get it I'll make my own grave
Pussy act brave
My soul drags me down, it weighs
But I know that I'll still find my way
I'm the pred and you the prey
If I'm the prod you better pay
Fucked around, left in an ashtray
When i say, take my dick out and I spray
Hah, really thought I changed
But these bars still 'gon convey
All the anger in my brain
But these bars still 'gon convey
All the anger in my brain
I been like-I been like losing my mind
On the verge feeling like imma die
Too many drugs by my side
And fake friends tryna fight
She looked in my eyes
And she said she's mine
Wishing I could reverse time
Ignorance Is Bliss
I must make it happen
Only time I pull back is when I rack it
Fuck all these, fuck all these bitches
I double my body count
I got them racks on me it's a large amount, (bitch)
Written by: Clyde Sheridan, Dante Ramirez