Losers
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, Yeah, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
Dropping every month, yeah
I'd do anything for a blunt, yeah
I'm a sweet motherfucker i said sorry when you broke up
When others pull up with guns, yeah
If you trash shit, you better run, yeah
If you trash shit then your done yeah
I'ma drift king drifting, cars that i'm lifting, call me Miruton-san, yeah
I'm just a lonely ass motherfucker tryna make music, yeah
There's Basie, Miller, Sachmo and the king of all Sir Duke, yeah
The mic is like my laser sword, go ahead and call me Luke, yeah
It burns, and i slash down people, that's the truth, yeah
People think i'm wearing gumboots, but actually it's yeezys
They talk about their cash but they don't know how to seize
The day, it pours, it rains
You keep up in that 30 get the fuck out of my lane
I can be nice, i can end your life
So if you think that you can fuck with me, then it's "Yikes", yo
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, Yeah, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
I don't want no ones fucking help
I put my past up on some shelf
I burn the shelf up throw the ashes in a trashcan
Then i melt the trashcan with the ashes in it
Burn the whole shit down
That is the first part of the process now let's move to second round
I burn my feelings down i don't want contact with anyone
No
I just inhale then i blow
My feelings get stuck in my throat
I slice up my throat and the blood starts to pour
I dump all the blood and the gas on a boat
Send off the boat
Ship away the boat
I don't want no contact with me or the boat so i drop it say "no"
Yo, How many animals you have to kill to get your meatloaf?
I buy you a rope
You can kill yourself with the rope
You can kill yourself with the Glock
Woah
You're a motherfucking hoe
Sampled drums, Yeah, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
Dropping every month, yeah
I'd do anything for a blunt, yeah
I'm a sweet motherfucker i said sorry when you broke up
When others pull up with guns, yeah
If you trash shit, you better run, yeah
If you trash shit then your done yeah
I'ma drift king drifting, cars that i'm lifting, call me Miruton-san, yeah
I'm just a lonely ass motherfucker tryna make music, yeah
There's Basie, Miller, Sachmo and the king of all Sir Duke, yeah
The mic is like my laser sword, go ahead and call me Luke, yeah
It burns, and i slash down people, that's the truth, yeah
People think i'm wearing gumboots, but actually it's yeezys
They talk about their cash but they don't know how to seize
The day, it pours, it rains
You keep up in that 30 get the fuck out of my lane
I can be nice, i can end your life
So if you think that you can fuck with me, then it's "Yikes", yo
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, Yeah, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
She made me fall in love with music
Sampled drums, I'm so acoustic
Made me understand that the truth is
Everybody's motherfucking losers
I don't want no ones fucking help
I put my past up on some shelf
I burn the shelf up throw the ashes in a trashcan
Then i melt the trashcan with the ashes in it
Burn the whole shit down
That is the first part of the process now let's move to second round
I burn my feelings down i don't want contact with anyone
No
I just inhale then i blow
My feelings get stuck in my throat
I slice up my throat and the blood starts to pour
I dump all the blood and the gas on a boat
Send off the boat
Ship away the boat
I don't want no contact with me or the boat so i drop it say "no"
Yo, How many animals you have to kill to get your meatloaf?
I buy you a rope
You can kill yourself with the rope
You can kill yourself with the Glock
Woah
You're a motherfucking hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Milton Lindholm
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