Kris Queso - TWISTED Lyrics

Yeah, I'ma slow it down a bit
Ok step to the side, bitch look at my eyes
I ain't the only one being fooled with a disguise
Lonely mothaf*cka, i'm really over it
Got all these friends, yet most of them think I ain't shit
F*ck em
Point fingers, laugh at me
I ain't the one who's gonna be broke, sitting by a tree
I'm awake, do as I please, pray to Jes-us
Since he's the only one who believes in Kris
But it's still cool, though
Delayed my music but it's still cool, yo
Deadlines got me cooked cause of school, bro
Women got me stressed out and it ain't cool, no
Um
Start a f*cking riot, that's what I'll do
Wakin' up at 7am, wasting time, nothing new
What'd you learn today? jack f*ckin' shit
I learned that schools a waste of time
And it ain't teaching me shit
I'm done
F*ckin' done
I say I'm done and I haven't begun
I wanna quit all this shit
Just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
Because I'm done
F*ckin' done
I say I'm done and I haven't begun
I wanna quit all this shit
Just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
Yeah
Days flying by, slowly I get by
School years passing by
Growin' older, gonna die
17 and broke, That's the story of my life
But one day you'll all choke
Realize that I was right
Eat, shit, work, sleep, wake up and repeat
What a boring f*cking cycle
I'ma end my own meets, oops
Other way around, meet my own ends
I'm the one who's gonna make amends
Yeah, f*ck the trends
Be your biggest fan, who gives a shit about friends
Earn your money, go and bag a ten
Yip, yap, yippy yap
All I hear is shit and crap
F*ckin' bum haters always tryna say my shit is wack
Uh, but it's cool though
Shot my shot and missed it like a fool, oh
People wanna fight me like a Jew's gold
Too bad I ain't for sale, yeah I'm cool bro
Everybody's soft, it ain't cool no?
Society a bitch, and you all know
Sick of working all night, then going to school, bro
I'ma recalibrate, remind you that
I'm done
F*ckin' done
I say I'm done and I haven't begun
I wanna quit all this shit
Just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
Because I'm done
F*ckin' done
I say I'm done and I haven't begun
I wanna quit all this shit
Just wanna stay in my room, and make hits
One more time? (ight)
Write, spit, mix, sleep
Make a song, then repeat
If it sucks, run amok
Find a topic to write shit about
Zero f*cks given, that's the set mind
My mind is set on earning money
I'll admit, I'm money blind
Dollars, bills, lots of cash
Earning money, getting stacks
If I'm stuck, get unstuck
Find a path to get you back on track
Twisted up, that's how my mind be
So confused on what I'm doing
If it's really working out, or if I'm falling out
20 things on my mind, running daily, skipping training
Got me straining, but this music entertaining
Trying to fit it all together
Twist it up, make em' clash
Keep this shit up, I'ma slowly end up baring the crash
Uh
But it's cool, though
Keep on working late, and you tour, yo
Ignore the hate, yeah, they all fools, bro
They don't realize it's working, earn them jewels, go
Yeah i'm fallin' down a slope
And i'm slowly losin' hope
Boutta go and fetch a rope,
And I keep on trying to cope
Am I gonna make it out?
Will I ever make it out?
I don't know im just hopin' this the right route