Give It to Me Straight
Yeah
Cause you love somebody else
Kinda bumpy, ya know?
A little more than expected on this EP, but
Let's really get into it, you know?
Some straight bars about how I'm feeling
Give it to me straight
Are you real or are you not?
Just because you got the looks don't mean that you're hot
A ton of people got me wishing I could call up the SWAT
Man, fuck it
I might pour myself a couple of shots
Have you ever seen Death in his eyes?
Found it kind of funny how he looked like you and I
Asked him just one question and he simply replies:
"Damn, you a crazy motherfucker, like the one in the sky"
And I don't mean to be posh
But the way my casket glowing got me thinking I'm a god
Washing off the blood before I dare to touch the cross
Bouncing left and right
You might've thought I played lacrosse
It's the boy
You better not cross 'em
Everybody hatin' on him cause he's way too awesome
So please get off my dick
I'm living on a trip
I hope you see this shit and finally realize I'm it
I'm representing cities
I'm flowing out the gritty
Blow you up in minutes
Playing with your kitty
Call me "Mr. Pretty"
Oof!
Oh, baby
Cause you love somebody else
Kinda bumpy, ya know?
A little more than expected on this EP, but
Let's really get into it, you know?
Some straight bars about how I'm feeling
Give it to me straight
Are you real or are you not?
Just because you got the looks don't mean that you're hot
A ton of people got me wishing I could call up the SWAT
Man, fuck it
I might pour myself a couple of shots
Have you ever seen Death in his eyes?
Found it kind of funny how he looked like you and I
Asked him just one question and he simply replies:
"Damn, you a crazy motherfucker, like the one in the sky"
And I don't mean to be posh
But the way my casket glowing got me thinking I'm a god
Washing off the blood before I dare to touch the cross
Bouncing left and right
You might've thought I played lacrosse
It's the boy
You better not cross 'em
Everybody hatin' on him cause he's way too awesome
So please get off my dick
I'm living on a trip
I hope you see this shit and finally realize I'm it
I'm representing cities
I'm flowing out the gritty
Blow you up in minutes
Playing with your kitty
Call me "Mr. Pretty"
Oof!
Oh, baby
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan R, Lazarus _
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