Fear
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Downstairs, waiting in the lobby
Brown hair and the way she looking I be
Low key like I play this shit in Drop D
OD I'm in everybody top three
Obvious, yeah it probably is
Why everybody everywhere copy us
But the problem is, they ain't got the jist
Of a rap motherfucker with the hostages
And I make do without a cosign
I remember labbing way back in '09
And I miss missed calls, hit your old line
Sentimental got me thinking 'bout the old time, yeah
My ship like SOS though
I kiss like XOXO
I riff but I don't shred no, no
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Follow me into Carcosa
Eyes are black, my souls corrosive
Like I told you flows explosive
No control on my emotions
When I'm sober, what's the motive?
All these scars tell me I'm older
Catch me fading my controller
Crash Corollas, what's the hold up?
Hold up
Missed your call last night
Hope everything's fine
Promise that I've got time for you
It's all I do
Walk around empty hallways
Dubbing me that's an always
I know I've made mistakes
But this is high stakes
All this time I've wasted on nothing
Thought we were something
But you weren't into to it
All this time
Radio silence
Where do we go babe?
Something's not adding up
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Downstairs, waiting in the lobby
Brown hair and the way she looking I be
Low key like I play this shit in Drop D
OD I'm in everybody top three
Obvious, yeah it probably is
Why everybody everywhere copy us
But the problem is, they ain't got the jist
Of a rap motherfucker with the hostages
And I make do without a cosign
I remember labbing way back in '09
And I miss missed calls, hit your old line
Sentimental got me thinking 'bout the old time, yeah
My ship like SOS though
I kiss like XOXO
I riff but I don't shred no, no
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Follow me into Carcosa
Eyes are black, my souls corrosive
Like I told you flows explosive
No control on my emotions
When I'm sober, what's the motive?
All these scars tell me I'm older
Catch me fading my controller
Crash Corollas, what's the hold up?
Hold up
Missed your call last night
Hope everything's fine
Promise that I've got time for you
It's all I do
Walk around empty hallways
Dubbing me that's an always
I know I've made mistakes
But this is high stakes
All this time I've wasted on nothing
Thought we were something
But you weren't into to it
All this time
Radio silence
Where do we go babe?
Something's not adding up
Everybody and they bitch like
Got it going for the rich life
Got to throw 'em for the fist fight
Got to show 'em with a wrist right?
Got to go, I don't miss flight
My song when it hits like
Tell me, tell me what I missed like
Tell me, tell me what I miss I fear
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Dematt, John Hanover, Kevin Diehl, Ryan Ondocin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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