should be
I fell asleep, swear I woke up dying
Think about life, probably end up crying
But tear stains, inflated eyelids
I dwell in the dark, wide iris
Bitches call me daddy, I ain't Billy Ray Cyrus
Spawning all these fake sad boys like a virus
You can never be double G highwaters
You can't tread like me, you're underwater
Got me writing raps, should be talking 'bout my problems
Should be finishing songs 'fore I tossed 'em
Should be talking 'bout how much this shit costed
But I ain't built that way 'cause it's garbage
I don't flex like that
Yeah, I don't flex like that
I think I'm doing this wrong
'Cause I wake up sad every time
Lack of serotonin in my system
Keep a smile on my face, the only mission
Oh, I got attachment issues
I won't lie, every day I really miss you
Forget it, I can flex through the pain
Hearts on my eyes right behind the Gucci shades
Born with sauce, you can't aquire
Can't be born with talent, you're a liar
Got me writing raps, should be talking 'bout my problems
Should be finishing songs 'fore I tossed 'em
Should be talking 'bout how much this shit costed
But I ain't built that way 'cause it's garbage
Got me writing raps, should be talking 'bout my problems
Should be finishing songs 'fore I tossed 'em
Should be talking 'bout how much this shit costed
But I ain't built that way 'cause it's garbage
I don't flex like that
Yeah, I don't flex like that
Think about life, probably end up crying
But tear stains, inflated eyelids
I dwell in the dark, wide iris
Bitches call me daddy, I ain't Billy Ray Cyrus
Spawning all these fake sad boys like a virus
You can never be double G highwaters
You can't tread like me, you're underwater
Got me writing raps, should be talking 'bout my problems
Should be finishing songs 'fore I tossed 'em
Should be talking 'bout how much this shit costed
But I ain't built that way 'cause it's garbage
I don't flex like that
Yeah, I don't flex like that
I think I'm doing this wrong
'Cause I wake up sad every time
Lack of serotonin in my system
Keep a smile on my face, the only mission
Oh, I got attachment issues
I won't lie, every day I really miss you
Forget it, I can flex through the pain
Hearts on my eyes right behind the Gucci shades
Born with sauce, you can't aquire
Can't be born with talent, you're a liar
Got me writing raps, should be talking 'bout my problems
Should be finishing songs 'fore I tossed 'em
Should be talking 'bout how much this shit costed
But I ain't built that way 'cause it's garbage
Got me writing raps, should be talking 'bout my problems
Should be finishing songs 'fore I tossed 'em
Should be talking 'bout how much this shit costed
But I ain't built that way 'cause it's garbage
I don't flex like that
Yeah, I don't flex like that
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Writer(s): Morgan William Murphy
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