Find Me

(album: Find Me - 2019)

Find me, I'm tired of you fucks, I swear I'm finna go to hiding
Nascar this, and Nascar that, it's getting fucking tiring
Wanna be alone, I ain't vibing, I'm just fighting
Pussy boy, you can fucking

Find me, find me
You can fucking find me, find me
Find me, find me
I can't fucking find me, find me
Find me, find me
You can't fucking find me, find me

Knock your fucking head, off your shoulders, pussy leave you slumped out
Used to give a fuck, but I cannot cause' I'm a punk now
Play with pussy like it's tamagotchi, Imma' bust now
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown
Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the choppa' blow just like a creeper

I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story
I sauce you up, make it gory
They looking for me like I'm Dory, Nemo
Slitting my wrist but I'm not emo
Running yo' shit, like I'm Deebo
Bitch I'm a punk, I am not no hero
Choppa' gon' make him do armadillo

I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherfuckers, is you down with the sickness
Groupie bitches, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them, with the stick and leave them limping
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition
You're fictitious, so I'm not getting narcissistic
Part amystic, pussy boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't fuck with religion