Bully

Ok, Stressed out
Feeling like I'm checked out
Got a find a way through the mud to the next route
Flowing through the flood, throwing hooks bout' to catch trout
Catch clout, big drip water got a new spout
Easy bake vape take cookies from the girl scouts
Calling in late for some nookie on my girl couch
Shooting every shot, getting blocked, cuz' my skin pop
Block hot, flexing young money on the bedrock
Going through a statis
Running out of patience and time
I got no more escape plans show me the guide
Survive by squeezed lemons but you getting a lime
Behind by cost living while we making a dime
Raising the crime rates
Heavy fat plates
So much at stake
Betting my stake on my spine
Need a back brace
Stress rates high, so high, I need a ash tray
Pulse race brace like maybe this is my last day
Past May
Felt like a fast day
Every day a flash stay
Everybody mask gray
Everyone's the one if we can get our path straight
We can chase the sun if we get through the gas haze
Tryna' to keep the levels spread
Sleeping on a metal bed
Try to make a dream
Building steam
Like a kettle head
Walking up a hill with my Jill and a pebble sled
Tryna' grow a rock to a block
We rolling up and splitting bread

And I've been on the road too long
Something in my eyes can't see
Running from the world I'm hiding
The universe is picking on me
The universe is picking on me
The universe is picking on

Me no keys
No doors for the back seat
Tryna' grow seeds from the floors, I'ma snatch beets
Wack weed
Coming out the poor like some acne
Walking with the horde pushing forward need a taxi
Bored with some ash knees
Chores for the snack treats
Stressing bout a nap sleep
Guessing using ask Jeeves
Thinking about the weeks and the leap going fast speed
Thinking that it's sweet
Life sweet like its Ashley
Tisdale
This dell the ticket outta this shell
I'm passing out the Intel
You see me like its Chanel
I'm icing out like bluebell
I'm cutting up like Odell
I'm goated like I'm Montel
I'm smoking like a motel
I'm digging for the gold hitting oil like it's Jiffy Lube
Digging for the fruit I'm a melon you a honeydew
Honey boo, boo weight scale up the revenue
I cook up like cordon bleu
And jump in like Corbin Bleu
Stressing bout' the future got me worried bout' the vision
Snapping not enough I feel like Thanos with my writtens
I'm coming with the fury and I marvel what I witnessed
I'm Captain on a mission
Reality is hitting

Reality is hitting

The universe is picking

And I've been on the road too long
Something in my eyes can't see
Running from the world I'm hiding
The universe is picking on me
The universe is picking on me
The universe is picking on



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Auguste
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