Wrong

(album: Murd & Mercy - 2021)

That's just the way it is
I say, fuck how you feel
How you feel, fucking right

That's just the way it is
I say, fuck how you feel
How you feel, fucking right

So tell me, am I
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

Now am I
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

Look, from heavy rotations
Mentality blind its stable and vacant (look)
No imagination (look)
Such a long way, from our generation (yeah)
Tryna find a replacement (Where?)
I find it easy using echolocation (How?)
I'm tired of the basic
I need me a bitch that's hella low maintenance (yeah)
So fuck how you feel (fuck how you feel)
That's the shit that I'm on (shit that I'm on)
They know that I'm lit
They know I'm the shit
Where I shit is considered the throne
My aura light up like aurora borealis
Seen it comin out of
Forced the fortune teller
I don't think there's a story they can tell
That's tall enough to make me ignore the Morgellon's virus
Ain't talking about Arabs when I mention ISIS (Yeah)
You know what the time is (Yeah)
When you woke as fuck its hard not to be bias (What?)
I try not to be bias (What?)
When they stereotype
A culture divided
When I cum on these blinds
[?]

That's just the way it is (Bobby)
I say, fuck how you feel (Bandz)
How you feel, fucking right (fuckin right)

That's just the way it is
I say, fuck how you feel
How you feel, fucking right

So tell me, am I
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
(Fuck how you feel)
(Fuck how you feel)
Now am I
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
(Bobby Ray, BDTDT!)

Look, a slave that's barely living
A prisoner to tradition
You only care bout the homeless
On Christmas and Thanksgiving
A history that has happened
Is different from what was written
When Pedos are politicians
The documents come up missing now!
Wait for the pending trial
Ain't no sentence, wow
Shit is foul
To describe it gotta find a stringent noun
They surveillance every inch of Walmart, every hour
Find Osama in a cave
But can't find a missing child
Fuck this bullshit wanted out
Independent Route
Some may call it throwing in the towel
There's a handful of people living in a haunted house
Till the goons and goblins come running in, guns loud

That's just the way it is
I say, fuck how you feel
How you feel, fucking right

That's just the way it is
I say, fuck how you feel
How you feel, fucking right

So tell me, am I?
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

Now am I?
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong