Tasteless (feat. W.Ax Mortal & Seven)

And These days
You know I'm starting to feel
Like I'm not even real
'Cause all I feel is this pain

You tried to save me
But you went and made me
Walk away from you
Now I try to stay away from you
These tasteless games

Walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I don't talk shit I just hold my breath
Pray to god I don't get holes in chest
All I ever wanted was O's in Checks

Black Beard, with a stolen chest
Ima ride this wave hope it don't get wrecked
Ima throw that fade hope I don't get slept
Yeah I rep that Dade bitch you know the rest

Like long nights with the moonlight crest
Crazy I complain about a too tight vest
Can't change the world I just do my best
Do what it do no matter who die next

Squad got my heart so crew my neck
Crazy how these birds tryna goose my neck
Line these artists up choose my set
Not a diss track, this one, two, mic check

And These days
You know I'm starting to feel
Like I'm not even real
'Cause all I feel is this pain

You tried to save me
But you went and made me
Walk away from you
Now I try to stay away from you
These tasteless games

Chilling out at my home
Three twenty seven on my phone
Me and my girl finna get alone
Me and lil' man finna get grown

Keep it lowkey, East Orlando
Got a studio in my bando
Knockin' on my door ain't a band, though
Got these girls lined up, Marlon Brando

I'm gonna give her a little of my spit
She ain't tryna hang with a dude named Schmidt
Girl a little shawty, man, she lookin' kinda slim
She don't want a dude like a Dwight but a Jim

I'm filling my cup to the brim
Now she's grabbin' on my limbs
Now I'm slidin' off my timbs

Yeah, Florida boy rocking boots, deadass
Now we on the bed and my head's in her ass

I can't turn back
No matter what I do
It's just all black
I know that we are through

I feel the rain on my shoulders
Now my anger has brewed

Now I'm waiting in queue
Yeah, yeah, yeah

And These days
You know I'm starting to feel
Like I'm not even real
'Cause all I feel is this pain

You tried to save me
But you went and made me
Walk away from you
Now I try to stay away from you
These tasteless games

I can't turn back
No matter what I do

I feel the rain on my shoulders
Now my anger has brewed

I can't turn back
No matter what I do

(You know I'm starting to feel)

I feel the rain on my shoulders
Now my anger has brewed
Now I'm waiting in queue