Either be an artist or a dead beat
So I worry when im writin shit that dont impress me
Enlight like a pre roll, the anti- hero, dont understand
People, delete my ego, for free flows
Of clarity, please know, they think my dreams lethal
They scared of me, behold, my ultralight beam glow
Im giving out heat stroke, dont keep close to me hoe
Breaking in my throne, bitch its so good to be home
In my city, you party or you argue with your P.O
Some bitch asked me for lean, I mixed a sprite up with mio
Then sold it for 100 cash, good karma double back
And it coming fast, hope my confidence will last, if it dont
I might turn into a dead beat
Where this week gon be the same as next week
And next week, and next week, ima break the cycle if they let me do it
Lose my mind, rob a bank and escape on a vespy scooter
Anything else but settle for a normal job
Rather die than be a border cop, whining that im bored a lot
Important that I make it, wasn't born short of greatness
More and more hatred, piling up, enough you got me f*cked up
Bitch, I admit, sometimes I cant help but listen
And If my spark is gone im just a conduit for pessimism
The devil wants my soul he couldn't pick a better victim
I expected this, already scheduled my exorcism
They tell me I'm a dead beat
Nights full of cocaine, days full of spread sheets
Actin like a f*ckin bucket, jumping on the table tops
Dancing in a pair of sperry sandles with some ankle socks
Its official im a dead beat
Until im dead meat, overdosing in my bed sheets
They wished they help me, a little selfish, its unhealthy
If I slip, you better tell me
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Either be an artist or a dead beat
So I worry when im writin shit that dont impress me
Enlight like a pre roll, the anti- hero, dont understand
People, delete my ego, for free flows
Of clarity, please know, they think my dreams lethal
They scared of me, behold, my ultralight beam glow
Im giving out heat stroke, dont keep close to me hoe
Breaking in my throne, bitch its so good to be home
In my city, you party or you argue with your P.O
Some bitch asked me for lean, I mixed a sprite up with mio
Then sold it for 100 cash, good karma double back
And it coming fast, hope my confidence will last, if it dont
I might turn into a dead beat
Where this week gon be the same as next week
And next week, and next week, ima break the cycle if they let me do it
Lose my mind, rob a bank and escape on a vespy scooter
Anything else but settle for a normal job
Rather die than be a border cop, whining that im bored a lot
Important that I make it, wasn't born short of greatness
More and more hatred, piling up, enough you got me f*cked up
Bitch, I admit, sometimes I cant help but listen
And If my spark is gone im just a conduit for pessimism
The devil wants my soul he couldn't pick a better victim
I expected this, already scheduled my exorcism
They tell me I'm a dead beat
Nights full of cocaine, days full of spread sheets
Actin like a f*ckin bucket, jumping on the table tops
Dancing in a pair of sperry sandles with some ankle socks
Its official im a dead beat
Until im dead meat, overdosing in my bed sheets
They wished they help me, a little selfish, its unhealthy
If I slip, you better tell me
So I worry when im writin shit that dont impress me
Enlight like a pre roll, the anti- hero, dont understand
People, delete my ego, for free flows
Of clarity, please know, they think my dreams lethal
They scared of me, behold, my ultralight beam glow
Im giving out heat stroke, dont keep close to me hoe
Breaking in my throne, bitch its so good to be home
In my city, you party or you argue with your P.O
Some bitch asked me for lean, I mixed a sprite up with mio
Then sold it for 100 cash, good karma double back
And it coming fast, hope my confidence will last, if it dont
I might turn into a dead beat
Where this week gon be the same as next week
And next week, and next week, ima break the cycle if they let me do it
Lose my mind, rob a bank and escape on a vespy scooter
Anything else but settle for a normal job
Rather die than be a border cop, whining that im bored a lot
Important that I make it, wasn't born short of greatness
More and more hatred, piling up, enough you got me f*cked up
Bitch, I admit, sometimes I cant help but listen
And If my spark is gone im just a conduit for pessimism
The devil wants my soul he couldn't pick a better victim
I expected this, already scheduled my exorcism
They tell me I'm a dead beat
Nights full of cocaine, days full of spread sheets
Actin like a f*ckin bucket, jumping on the table tops
Dancing in a pair of sperry sandles with some ankle socks
Its official im a dead beat
Until im dead meat, overdosing in my bed sheets
They wished they help me, a little selfish, its unhealthy
If I slip, you better tell me
Writer: Declan O'Neill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid