Green Lights, Green Lights!
All I see is green lights, green lights
GO!
All my options feel like eny meeny miny MO
Would you please right fast, drop that ass to the FLOOR
Feeling like I got the Winning score at the euro cup GOAL
Hold up
Let me get it back
My name is Monroe
My friends call faggot
I try to put them on
But they keep dragging
Tried to make a show
But quarantine happened
So now I'm all alone
And bitch I'm back at it
Extra chromosome
How the teeth keep gnashing
No jack rabbit, fuck like a crack addict
I got black magic, half stack, dag nabbitt
Going for the final laugh, garbage bag casket
Ego death is a bitch, but it's my joy
I love the way you die, boy
Wish I had more friends with this elevator
I been keeping them lit up like a generator
Keep going, but the rest best to save for later
You mother fuckers couldn't do half the shit I've gave ya
I either squash the beef
Or I burn the bridge
Wanna keep some weird energy?
Don't play that shit
You dumb, scared, fucked up or all of the above
Got some hate in your voice, I think you need a hug
Bitch boy, fuck you want? Squash you like a bug
Motherfuckers act tough, it's not adding up
Good news, motherfucker I'm official
Boohoo, guess if i was you I'd be pissed to
See you, taking lotta shots like a pistol
Guess who's, bullet proof, you should invest too
Boohoo, pussy ass bitch need a tissue
Get you, a motherfucking grip broken wrist fool
It's true, all you do is sit and fucking boohoo
Boohoo, you're barking bout as loud as a shitzu
I don't care what you think, I'm the shit
Don't you dare bring them fiends to my crib
I think I have a lot of enemies, I forget
I disregard any energy negative
Top nine, top five, man I'm number one
From my 9 to 5 when I'm going home
All i do is sit and write, feel uncomfortable
Think about it every-night, where am I going bro?
Feel I'm headed to the top or the Terra-dome
I keep my brain frying till I'm vegetable
Why you worried about dying, it's inevitable
Wrote the story of my life, it's illegible
Oh, where'd you go
On my cell-a-phone
Hate to say it, bad news, man you figured wrong
You ain't got no code
Dishonor to your folks
Think you're Master Yoda
You're a fucking joke
Better find your role
Need to get your own
Shaken like a soda
Bitch i'm overflown
Cardiac imploder
Going till I'm gone
Mr. Mic Controller
Came to talk a song
GO!
All my options feel like eny meeny miny MO
Would you please right fast, drop that ass to the FLOOR
Feeling like I got the Winning score at the euro cup GOAL
Hold up
Let me get it back
My name is Monroe
My friends call faggot
I try to put them on
But they keep dragging
Tried to make a show
But quarantine happened
So now I'm all alone
And bitch I'm back at it
Extra chromosome
How the teeth keep gnashing
No jack rabbit, fuck like a crack addict
I got black magic, half stack, dag nabbitt
Going for the final laugh, garbage bag casket
Ego death is a bitch, but it's my joy
I love the way you die, boy
Wish I had more friends with this elevator
I been keeping them lit up like a generator
Keep going, but the rest best to save for later
You mother fuckers couldn't do half the shit I've gave ya
I either squash the beef
Or I burn the bridge
Wanna keep some weird energy?
Don't play that shit
You dumb, scared, fucked up or all of the above
Got some hate in your voice, I think you need a hug
Bitch boy, fuck you want? Squash you like a bug
Motherfuckers act tough, it's not adding up
Good news, motherfucker I'm official
Boohoo, guess if i was you I'd be pissed to
See you, taking lotta shots like a pistol
Guess who's, bullet proof, you should invest too
Boohoo, pussy ass bitch need a tissue
Get you, a motherfucking grip broken wrist fool
It's true, all you do is sit and fucking boohoo
Boohoo, you're barking bout as loud as a shitzu
I don't care what you think, I'm the shit
Don't you dare bring them fiends to my crib
I think I have a lot of enemies, I forget
I disregard any energy negative
Top nine, top five, man I'm number one
From my 9 to 5 when I'm going home
All i do is sit and write, feel uncomfortable
Think about it every-night, where am I going bro?
Feel I'm headed to the top or the Terra-dome
I keep my brain frying till I'm vegetable
Why you worried about dying, it's inevitable
Wrote the story of my life, it's illegible
Oh, where'd you go
On my cell-a-phone
Hate to say it, bad news, man you figured wrong
You ain't got no code
Dishonor to your folks
Think you're Master Yoda
You're a fucking joke
Better find your role
Need to get your own
Shaken like a soda
Bitch i'm overflown
Cardiac imploder
Going till I'm gone
Mr. Mic Controller
Came to talk a song
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Writer(s): Trevor Hyde
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