Find Me
Mind control, mind control, mind control
Find me, I'm tired of you fucks, I swear I'm finna go to hiding
Nascar this, and Nascar that, it's getting fucking tiring
Wanna be alone, I ain't vibing, I'm just fighting
Pussy boy, you can fucking
Find me, find me
You can fucking find me, find me
I can't fucking find me, find me
You can't fucking find me, find me
Knock your fucking head
Off your shoulders, pussy leave you slumped out
Used to give a fuck, but I cannot cause' I'm a punk now
Play with pussy like it's tamagotchi, Imma' bust now
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown
Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the choppa' blow just like a creeper
I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story (yeah)
I sauce you up, make it gory (bitch)
They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo
Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo (yuh)
Running yo' shit, like I'm D-Bo (bitch)
Bitch I'm a punk, I am not no hero (ha)
Choppa' gon' make him do armadillo, yuh
Ha ha
That's just the intro
Bitch
Hol' on I got one more
Ay
I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherfuckers, is you down with the sickness
Groupie bitches, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them, with the stick and leave them limpin'
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition
You're fictitious, so I'm not getting narcissistic
Part amystic, pussy boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't fuck with religion
(Aight man, cut that sh-)
Find me, I'm tired of you fucks, I swear I'm finna go to hiding
Nascar this, and Nascar that, it's getting fucking tiring
Wanna be alone, I ain't vibing, I'm just fighting
Pussy boy, you can fucking
Find me, find me
You can fucking find me, find me
I can't fucking find me, find me
You can't fucking find me, find me
Knock your fucking head
Off your shoulders, pussy leave you slumped out
Used to give a fuck, but I cannot cause' I'm a punk now
Play with pussy like it's tamagotchi, Imma' bust now
Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown
Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed
Hit you with the stick, it's like a swiffer
Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you
Let the choppa' blow just like a creeper
I'm throwing blood, I feel glory
Do not put me on your story (yeah)
I sauce you up, make it gory (bitch)
They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo
Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo (yuh)
Running yo' shit, like I'm D-Bo (bitch)
Bitch I'm a punk, I am not no hero (ha)
Choppa' gon' make him do armadillo, yuh
Ha ha
That's just the intro
Bitch
Hol' on I got one more
Ay
I'm the new Sid Vicious
Disturbing motherfuckers, is you down with the sickness
Groupie bitches, need to get up out my mentions
Before I hit them, with the stick and leave them limpin'
I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition
You're fictitious, so I'm not getting narcissistic
Part amystic, pussy boy you better listen
It feel like Christmas, but I don't fuck with religion
(Aight man, cut that sh-)
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Writer(s): Colby Suoy
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