Can't play an instrument I can't do nothing
I could use my talent to something useful like hunting
But I cant be bothered with these after-school activities
What even are Similies? I'll end up sweeping chimineys
Can't play your games, I am sick of being someone im not
It makes me so ill I am bleeding out my snot,
God damn thot,
Big fat stinking thot
But why am I always tryna pop up all the time
I know that its wrong to say, but your actually kinda fine
My emotions running wild, I'm about to lose my mind
I know that I aint speaking to you just cause im kind
Why am i still talking to you? I don't know what I see
Next thing you know ill be poppin Ecstasy
Ill start eating crap, and die from obesity
Just because I started thinking about you and me
Bitch, I cant play these games son
Stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
You lead me on, it'll be a devestation
Cant play an instrument, but you play me son
You're a diamond hoe, Oreo, suck my toes
All I know, is although, my feelings, gotta go
Oh my god, your whole bod, is just uh, you raise my rod
I have run, outta words, for this verse, heres my dog
So im sitting with the boys, we be playing MC
Maryland and Snack-a-jacks is all I've had for tea
My phone goes off, they look at me, we all know who it be
I hold my head in shame, that's the effect you have on me
Bitch I cant play these games son
Stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
You lead me on, it'll be a devestation
Cant play an instrument, but you play me son
I don't really know who I wanna be
Don't want to look like a clown you see
But im addicted to our talks, that's the problem b
All I need is somebody to fill my desperate needs (Desperate needs)
Cant play an instrument, I need your acknowledgement
Am I entertainment? don't give me encouragement
Im sick of being used, im not a piece of toilet roll
I'll stick you in a rocket, and fire you at a black hole
Or even worse, I choke your lungs, with black charcoal
Dig a grave, fifty miles, underneath the south pole
If I see you one more time, I might aswell enroll
Imma burn your console
Force you down a sinkhole
Sorry about that guys, got a bit rowdy by the last verse
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Can't play an instrument I can't do nothing
I could use my talent to something useful like hunting
But I cant be bothered with these after-school activities
What even are Similies? I'll end up sweeping chimineys
Can't play your games, I am sick of being someone im not
It makes me so ill I am bleeding out my snot,
God damn thot,
Big fat stinking thot
But why am I always tryna pop up all the time
I know that its wrong to say, but your actually kinda fine
My emotions running wild, I'm about to lose my mind
I know that I aint speaking to you just cause im kind
Why am i still talking to you? I don't know what I see
Next thing you know ill be poppin Ecstasy
Ill start eating crap, and die from obesity
Just because I started thinking about you and me
Bitch, I cant play these games son
Stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
You lead me on, it'll be a devestation
Cant play an instrument, but you play me son
You're a diamond hoe, Oreo, suck my toes
All I know, is although, my feelings, gotta go
Oh my god, your whole bod, is just uh, you raise my rod
I have run, outta words, for this verse, heres my dog
So im sitting with the boys, we be playing MC
Maryland and Snack-a-jacks is all I've had for tea
My phone goes off, they look at me, we all know who it be
I hold my head in shame, that's the effect you have on me
Bitch I cant play these games son
Stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
You lead me on, it'll be a devestation
Cant play an instrument, but you play me son
I don't really know who I wanna be
Don't want to look like a clown you see
But im addicted to our talks, that's the problem b
All I need is somebody to fill my desperate needs (Desperate needs)
Cant play an instrument, I need your acknowledgement
Am I entertainment? don't give me encouragement
Im sick of being used, im not a piece of toilet roll
I'll stick you in a rocket, and fire you at a black hole
Or even worse, I choke your lungs, with black charcoal
Dig a grave, fifty miles, underneath the south pole
If I see you one more time, I might aswell enroll
Imma burn your console
Force you down a sinkhole
Sorry about that guys, got a bit rowdy by the last verse
Sub to cool productions
I could use my talent to something useful like hunting
But I cant be bothered with these after-school activities
What even are Similies? I'll end up sweeping chimineys
Can't play your games, I am sick of being someone im not
It makes me so ill I am bleeding out my snot,
God damn thot,
Big fat stinking thot
But why am I always tryna pop up all the time
I know that its wrong to say, but your actually kinda fine
My emotions running wild, I'm about to lose my mind
I know that I aint speaking to you just cause im kind
Why am i still talking to you? I don't know what I see
Next thing you know ill be poppin Ecstasy
Ill start eating crap, and die from obesity
Just because I started thinking about you and me
Bitch, I cant play these games son
Stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
You lead me on, it'll be a devestation
Cant play an instrument, but you play me son
You're a diamond hoe, Oreo, suck my toes
All I know, is although, my feelings, gotta go
Oh my god, your whole bod, is just uh, you raise my rod
I have run, outta words, for this verse, heres my dog
So im sitting with the boys, we be playing MC
Maryland and Snack-a-jacks is all I've had for tea
My phone goes off, they look at me, we all know who it be
I hold my head in shame, that's the effect you have on me
Bitch I cant play these games son
Stop replying to me it will help my mental health son
You lead me on, it'll be a devestation
Cant play an instrument, but you play me son
I don't really know who I wanna be
Don't want to look like a clown you see
But im addicted to our talks, that's the problem b
All I need is somebody to fill my desperate needs (Desperate needs)
Cant play an instrument, I need your acknowledgement
Am I entertainment? don't give me encouragement
Im sick of being used, im not a piece of toilet roll
I'll stick you in a rocket, and fire you at a black hole
Or even worse, I choke your lungs, with black charcoal
Dig a grave, fifty miles, underneath the south pole
If I see you one more time, I might aswell enroll
Imma burn your console
Force you down a sinkhole
Sorry about that guys, got a bit rowdy by the last verse
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Writer: Aidan Train
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