Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jay Faulkner
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Sick of lil demons tryna leak into me
Anti-venom when I spit in epiphany like
One eye see, One eye see, What I see
In the corner and dead of night.
I got some wings on this time, fly around like I'm Meta Knight
I am not part of this life, I did not fit in this line
I am a giant with rhymes and I got a lot ridin' right out my fuckin' side
Yeah, sink or swim, bitch, bird of prey, I'm divin' in
Bout to scoop out eyes of my friends in the Benz
In the logo where there is no fuckin' end
Body, soul, shadow, not no b-o-g-o
This world want em both, on my feet I'm Frodo
I don't show up in no photo
Teaching magic tricks, bro
If you're merciless, being honest, dawg, then you're purposeless
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Men with money wearing purses
All I see is jumping fish, baited in the game
Where they think we grant wishes like you got the worm
But you wasn't the early bird, now you're for dinner
And I hope you fuckin' learn, cause you ain't off the hook
Now you just a fuckin' nerd, obsessed with pussy and fuckin' herds
I like motion, light, and fuckin' with words
Just animate my name, it turn to a verb
Fucking end a reign with every fuckin' verse
That a forehead vein? Guess I'm fuckin' with they nerves
God, I'm really tryin' to cast out this curse
God, I'm really tryin' to teach all these fuckin' nerds
119, 119, 119, 119, wait, wait, wait
When I see, when I see, when I wait, when I see
When I, what I kill is, what I keep
What I kill is, what I keep
What I kill is, what I keep
I rather kill myself, keep myself, sell myself
Sit on a fuckin' shelf
I rather kill myself, keep myself, sell myself
Sit on a fuckin' shelf
I rather kill myself, keep myself, sell myself
Sit on a fuckin' shelf
I rather kill myself, kill myself
I rather kill myself
It's over
Nothing is over
Nothing
You just don't turn it off
You don't turn it off
This is Spartan 117
Can anyone hear me? Over
Isolate that signal
Master Chief
You mind telling me what you're doing on that ship
Sir,
I don't do this the same as all
Don't want others involved
It's not about control
I just answer calls
I just talk to gods
I just write on walls
I walk in with bombs
I just even odds
With One eye see, I get it
I get it all
What I kill, what I keep
Tell my kids, leave my body in the fuckin' street
Written by: Jay Faulkner