Fat
Behave yourself, i see worry in your eyes
I've dealt with your kind throughout time
And everything came back scarlet
No wait, everything's coming up roses
They bombed that and now they got what we chose
'Cause i knows no rules that keep me from doing what i do
Why do you try me?
I'm so goddamn dapper, secretly grimy
Left all of my laughter behind me, stoic
Tougher than kal el, heroic like james howlett
But i don't suck at this (Shhhh)
I'm a punk, i'm a thug (To them)
A grown man suspected of drug possession
With intent to distribute
Like we're all about soup
I leave that to execs on the street
In c-suites and nice tailored suits
That are all about excess
They've lost that lovin' feelin
Give a fuck about us
CANNOT SEE THE MOUNTAINS FOR THE HILLS
MAKING LOVE TO ALL THESE DOLLAR BILLS
I'm a' bring it all out for this one
Put it down on the table
While my people grab the guns and unload the clips
By taking out the ammunition shell by shel
So we can start to get well
I answered the call to lead us all back from the cliff
We're at the edge and we about to fall over
I carried the ropes on my shoulders
Now who needs a lift?
Go ahead and get your grip on
Tell 'em the truth, you dig it
That me and my squadron got some brawn to keep you suspended
We ain't letting no one slip
You wanna get over?
We gonna get you over
WE WAKE UP ON FIRE
WE BURN OUT BY NIGHT
WHEN THE FAT BURNS
(MAY) IT BURN BRIGHT
HOPE IT LIGHTS UP
ON THIS NIGHT
All bank accounts are empty
The Chamber of Guf is empty
I've dealt with your kind throughout time
And everything came back scarlet
No wait, everything's coming up roses
They bombed that and now they got what we chose
'Cause i knows no rules that keep me from doing what i do
Why do you try me?
I'm so goddamn dapper, secretly grimy
Left all of my laughter behind me, stoic
Tougher than kal el, heroic like james howlett
But i don't suck at this (Shhhh)
I'm a punk, i'm a thug (To them)
A grown man suspected of drug possession
With intent to distribute
Like we're all about soup
I leave that to execs on the street
In c-suites and nice tailored suits
That are all about excess
They've lost that lovin' feelin
Give a fuck about us
CANNOT SEE THE MOUNTAINS FOR THE HILLS
MAKING LOVE TO ALL THESE DOLLAR BILLS
I'm a' bring it all out for this one
Put it down on the table
While my people grab the guns and unload the clips
By taking out the ammunition shell by shel
So we can start to get well
I answered the call to lead us all back from the cliff
We're at the edge and we about to fall over
I carried the ropes on my shoulders
Now who needs a lift?
Go ahead and get your grip on
Tell 'em the truth, you dig it
That me and my squadron got some brawn to keep you suspended
We ain't letting no one slip
You wanna get over?
We gonna get you over
WE WAKE UP ON FIRE
WE BURN OUT BY NIGHT
WHEN THE FAT BURNS
(MAY) IT BURN BRIGHT
HOPE IT LIGHTS UP
ON THIS NIGHT
All bank accounts are empty
The Chamber of Guf is empty
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Writer(s): Shane Etter
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