I write this music for the ruckus inside of my f*cking knuckles
Brain is feeling heavy, my heart is Marty Jannetty
Still I'm betting the angles dwell in settings friends repenting
Venting to walls cuz they dont talk back
Heart attack like a dog
With a snap
Go the claws
All the cards that we wrote
Santa Clause rolled in dope
All my flaws
Wrapped in gauze
Blood dripping from my paws
Pray to God that we make it through the lack of applause
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Screaming bloody murder
If you never heard of
Burning for the furnace
Earnest serving Hemingway these verses like I'm Curtis
Knowing many man, barely spend 50 cents to make amends
Rather live with anger like the liquor in the liver man
Shit I been a bitter man since Kendrick with the minivan
Since Marshall wrote the note to stan
Since Kurt ain't have a gun in hand
Popping
Of course I'm plotting
I live in a coffin
A five finger death punch
Could help me but I just been coughing
Uma I been Sherman
Intercepting mamas burdens
I been working like I'm serving nerves and organs like a surgeon
This is the plot
Sit at the tip of the top
Get all the homies a job and a spot
Win couple Grammys, for granny and have me a Rarri where I could dip off on the cops
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Bury me now
Got rid of Genevieve now
That been the white girl in the nose of every fiend in my town
We bleed anemic from now
That mean nothing when I'm cut
I take your double cup and flush the substance down where I nut
I'm feeling different fam
Like my Christmas dinner filled with Xans
That's the mission man
While they sleep on my, I steal they're fans
Til they wake up
Get your make up
System down
Won't take a pay cut
This is hatred
In a gray truck
Running over peoples favorites
F*ck your favorite rapper
Faking it dapper
Shit I been dirty since trump was an actor
Major hacker
Breaking the stats for
Anyone number one, taking it capture
The moment cuz you ain't gonna see nothing better
The clever competitor bending the letters forever girl
Come with me
Hail merry
G R A N T
Elevated turned to
G O D
Going Brolly
Ain't like DBZ
But do we feel free
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
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I write this music for the ruckus inside of my f*cking knuckles
Brain is feeling heavy, my heart is Marty Jannetty
Still I'm betting the angles dwell in settings friends repenting
Venting to walls cuz they dont talk back
Heart attack like a dog
With a snap
Go the claws
All the cards that we wrote
Santa Clause rolled in dope
All my flaws
Wrapped in gauze
Blood dripping from my paws
Pray to God that we make it through the lack of applause
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Screaming bloody murder
If you never heard of
Burning for the furnace
Earnest serving Hemingway these verses like I'm Curtis
Knowing many man, barely spend 50 cents to make amends
Rather live with anger like the liquor in the liver man
Shit I been a bitter man since Kendrick with the minivan
Since Marshall wrote the note to stan
Since Kurt ain't have a gun in hand
Popping
Of course I'm plotting
I live in a coffin
A five finger death punch
Could help me but I just been coughing
Uma I been Sherman
Intercepting mamas burdens
I been working like I'm serving nerves and organs like a surgeon
This is the plot
Sit at the tip of the top
Get all the homies a job and a spot
Win couple Grammys, for granny and have me a Rarri where I could dip off on the cops
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Bury me now
Got rid of Genevieve now
That been the white girl in the nose of every fiend in my town
We bleed anemic from now
That mean nothing when I'm cut
I take your double cup and flush the substance down where I nut
I'm feeling different fam
Like my Christmas dinner filled with Xans
That's the mission man
While they sleep on my, I steal they're fans
Til they wake up
Get your make up
System down
Won't take a pay cut
This is hatred
In a gray truck
Running over peoples favorites
F*ck your favorite rapper
Faking it dapper
Shit I been dirty since trump was an actor
Major hacker
Breaking the stats for
Anyone number one, taking it capture
The moment cuz you ain't gonna see nothing better
The clever competitor bending the letters forever girl
Come with me
Hail merry
G R A N T
Elevated turned to
G O D
Going Brolly
Ain't like DBZ
But do we feel free
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Brain is feeling heavy, my heart is Marty Jannetty
Still I'm betting the angles dwell in settings friends repenting
Venting to walls cuz they dont talk back
Heart attack like a dog
With a snap
Go the claws
All the cards that we wrote
Santa Clause rolled in dope
All my flaws
Wrapped in gauze
Blood dripping from my paws
Pray to God that we make it through the lack of applause
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Screaming bloody murder
If you never heard of
Burning for the furnace
Earnest serving Hemingway these verses like I'm Curtis
Knowing many man, barely spend 50 cents to make amends
Rather live with anger like the liquor in the liver man
Shit I been a bitter man since Kendrick with the minivan
Since Marshall wrote the note to stan
Since Kurt ain't have a gun in hand
Popping
Of course I'm plotting
I live in a coffin
A five finger death punch
Could help me but I just been coughing
Uma I been Sherman
Intercepting mamas burdens
I been working like I'm serving nerves and organs like a surgeon
This is the plot
Sit at the tip of the top
Get all the homies a job and a spot
Win couple Grammys, for granny and have me a Rarri where I could dip off on the cops
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Bury me now
Got rid of Genevieve now
That been the white girl in the nose of every fiend in my town
We bleed anemic from now
That mean nothing when I'm cut
I take your double cup and flush the substance down where I nut
I'm feeling different fam
Like my Christmas dinner filled with Xans
That's the mission man
While they sleep on my, I steal they're fans
Til they wake up
Get your make up
System down
Won't take a pay cut
This is hatred
In a gray truck
Running over peoples favorites
F*ck your favorite rapper
Faking it dapper
Shit I been dirty since trump was an actor
Major hacker
Breaking the stats for
Anyone number one, taking it capture
The moment cuz you ain't gonna see nothing better
The clever competitor bending the letters forever girl
Come with me
Hail merry
G R A N T
Elevated turned to
G O D
Going Brolly
Ain't like DBZ
But do we feel free
On my God shit
I don't gossip
If we talk, it's the cost of a locksmith
On my Pac shit
I don't pop shit
Less they talk with the cost of the coffins
Writer: Grant Lalaian
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid