Donnie Darko
Wake up
Wake up
Hey
It's midnight
You know what that means
Yeah
Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (fuck it up, it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show
Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit down
Yeah, ain't nothin' fancy I'm still broke (broke)
Cross town like Yancy, I will though
They say I'm in a spot they would kill for
I could put them in a wheel and they still won't (nope)
I could prolly get a deal with Coke
If I wasn't rappin' 'bout the past, back dealin' dope
Got the offer and it's real low
Over one mil' and it's still low
They all corporate, they all cute in suits
Ye on bullshit, with all that poop to scoop
My shit goin' up, I go root to roof
They don't like that, they want mute the truth
They gon' switch sides, they go group to group
They want shoot the shit, ain't got shit to shoot
'Til I go crazy, go and get the Baby Shark
Then hit 'em with the du du du-du du-du-damn
Big boy, you gotta shoot it with two hands
Couple John Doe come through like who's mans?
Blue ball now she blew it like two grams
Everyone I lose abused a few Xans
I'm right there on the edge of insanity
Overlookin' Vegas, overthinkin' my vanity
You been throwin' shade, I'm enjoying the canopy
Everybody dies so I live out a fantasy, yeah
Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (fuck it up, it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show
Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
Boy you need to sit the fuck down, yeah
I don't even talk my shit now
Unless I got a reason (now I got a reason)
Everybody watchin' like Netflix got a new season (watch, watch)
I'ma get rich, hit the dealership, get the new Benzo
Bottom line, 3:16 like Stone Cold said so
They bury me alive I was dead broke (dead broke)
I've been livin' in a no flex zone (flex zone)
'Bout to make a move it's in escrow (escrow)
Cookin' in the kitchen, my sauce like magic
My pesto like presto (like presto)
Off a little bean, that espresso (that espresso)
Little bit of lean like I'm gettin' over chest cold
Got no chain, know I can't chill
8 Ball got me feelin' like eight mil'
Can't stay still, can't feel off a pain kill
Got the lil' orange pill, not the DayQuil
They fake with it, they ain't real
They talk about bricks but they can't build
I'm Frank with it, I'm Jake Gyl'
I only sold gas, I'm Hank Hill
Tank filled with the propane
It's like a 10K grill, it's a throwaway (throwaway)
They never ask if I'm okay, I'm never okay (okay)
Everybody wanna cut, it's a dry vocal (dry)
I'm anti-love, antisocial
I'm bipolar, I'm bi-coastal
I might buy one and go postal (bye, bye)
Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show
Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit the fuck down
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
Wake up
Hey
It's midnight
You know what that means
Yeah
Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (fuck it up, it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show
Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit down
Yeah, ain't nothin' fancy I'm still broke (broke)
Cross town like Yancy, I will though
They say I'm in a spot they would kill for
I could put them in a wheel and they still won't (nope)
I could prolly get a deal with Coke
If I wasn't rappin' 'bout the past, back dealin' dope
Got the offer and it's real low
Over one mil' and it's still low
They all corporate, they all cute in suits
Ye on bullshit, with all that poop to scoop
My shit goin' up, I go root to roof
They don't like that, they want mute the truth
They gon' switch sides, they go group to group
They want shoot the shit, ain't got shit to shoot
'Til I go crazy, go and get the Baby Shark
Then hit 'em with the du du du-du du-du-damn
Big boy, you gotta shoot it with two hands
Couple John Doe come through like who's mans?
Blue ball now she blew it like two grams
Everyone I lose abused a few Xans
I'm right there on the edge of insanity
Overlookin' Vegas, overthinkin' my vanity
You been throwin' shade, I'm enjoying the canopy
Everybody dies so I live out a fantasy, yeah
Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (fuck it up, it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show
Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
Boy you need to sit the fuck down, yeah
I don't even talk my shit now
Unless I got a reason (now I got a reason)
Everybody watchin' like Netflix got a new season (watch, watch)
I'ma get rich, hit the dealership, get the new Benzo
Bottom line, 3:16 like Stone Cold said so
They bury me alive I was dead broke (dead broke)
I've been livin' in a no flex zone (flex zone)
'Bout to make a move it's in escrow (escrow)
Cookin' in the kitchen, my sauce like magic
My pesto like presto (like presto)
Off a little bean, that espresso (that espresso)
Little bit of lean like I'm gettin' over chest cold
Got no chain, know I can't chill
8 Ball got me feelin' like eight mil'
Can't stay still, can't feel off a pain kill
Got the lil' orange pill, not the DayQuil
They fake with it, they ain't real
They talk about bricks but they can't build
I'm Frank with it, I'm Jake Gyl'
I only sold gas, I'm Hank Hill
Tank filled with the propane
It's like a 10K grill, it's a throwaway (throwaway)
They never ask if I'm okay, I'm never okay (okay)
Everybody wanna cut, it's a dry vocal (dry)
I'm anti-love, antisocial
I'm bipolar, I'm bi-coastal
I might buy one and go postal (bye, bye)
Can I talk my shit now (talk my shit now)
I was playin' two hand touch, fuck it up
It's a hit now (fuck it up it's a hit now)
When I hit the road, do a show
Hit a lick, then I skip town (then I skip town)
Run up in the spot, no dancin'
I make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down)
Boy you better sit the fuck down
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
Credits
Writer(s): Dustin James Corbett, Nicholas Leon Race, Calvin Scruby, Th3 R3cip3
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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