Really Trash Hook

(album: Unsigned - 2019)

Y'all some fuckin weirdos
Not like good weird either, just weirdos

Mission impossible, mission accomplished
Did it by myself, no accomplice
Except for all the voices in my conscious
Pay me no mind with all that nonsense
Feeding me lies making me nauseous
This is not a conference it's an intervention
See all my friends are here but I forgot to mention this the wrong dimension
One offense and you'll get sentenced to a long detention
On the fence between reality and mild dementia
See I'm a superhero I got many henchmen
My thoughts are deeper than a bum reaching in pockets when he penny pinching
You all sheep I heard you in an instant
I'm balls deep inside your brain, shoving every inch in
So tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel
I'm a little bigger given that I used a pill
Usually I take the red instead of blue to chill
Yo what happened to the captain, told the devil take the wheel
I'm giving God up, closing the mosque up
Picking religion's a toss up, they all suck so hard they jaw stuck, I got em awe struck
Check the ball up, even Jesus get crossed up

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Tell me why I should waste my time on a second verse
Dripping ink thinking bout the kink in my neck, it hurts
Stretching my vocabulary, stressing double checking words
I already tried that, it didn't work, lesson learned
I think I'ma die before I'm 35
Hopping out of doors probably suicide, watch em bury you alive
Label artists stealing my shit maybe I'll sue and sign
Otherwise life is prom night, all we do is grind
Black under my eyes, no violence
Get some water round my neck, get some head on a island
Told my momma I been shooting for the moon and the stars, no lying
I see your belt designer, I'm thinking bigger tryna find Orion's
See I'm a Big Dipper, dripping in sauce
Jump backwards at half verse and Krissing the Kross
Wishing I could spend 6 figures just at the mall
If I did my mom would give a swift kick in the balls, yeah
You don't do what I do for a living
I know more about me than you do and that's a given
I see all the stats and analytics
This is not the kinda shit that's running up the digits
Why you acting like you know what's best for me huh?
Rap don't have ingredients and you don't got the recipe
They in over they heads intellectually
Interaction on the internet will be the death of me so fuck em

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And everybody singing that shit, look