Askin' 4 It
Gotta pen my story, or they'll write it for me
Know livin' I won't smell no roses, see no glory
Know imma have to rot before they go adore me
Why I gotta overdose, be shot, no making it to 40
Done with saying sorry, that word mean nothing to you
Say it when I'm horny, like could you do this for me
It come with the territory
Compulsive fornicator, fuckin' with these brainless shorties
I swear you corny for it
Blasted, I be asking for it, dope a sucka for it
Even more than pussy potion
Lucy fuck you for it
I ain't finished with exploring
With shit that leave me dormant
Promise I ain't snorting, whoring
I'll save that for the touring
Why you sound so reassuring
Why I'm never learning, all my life I been a burden
What's behind the curtain, all I know is stress and hurting
And that death is certain, and that medication working
Why pluggie my favourite person
So if I fall 'fore it's my time to go
I was probably asking for it
Don't shed no tears when at my funeral
I was probably asking for it
That night they smashed that bottle on my dome
I was probably asking for it
So if I burn in hell from head to toe
I was probably asking for it
Yeah
What to do when they ain't checking for ya
What to do when they be praying it's the ending for ya
I can smell the envy on ya like the crack aroma
I can smell the fakeness on ya, know it's taken over
Opposite of authentic, way you move offend me
Don't dare try dabbing me up, don't come around me friendly
So sloppy how you do business, go get you a biscuit
A solid plan never list it, you shoot from a distance
Opportunities missing, food for thought you resist it
Why you breaking ya dishes, clearly in need of assistance
No escaping the physics, fate, or the painful logistics
When this system expects you to fail and meet the statistics
No love for the gimmicks, puppet and slave to the critics
Come a day you'll be finished, find yourself broke and diminished
You thought that you reached your limit, being a junkie and cynic
Narcissist nihilistic
I'll probably end it like Vincent, I'm gone
So if I fall 'fore it's my time to go
I was probably asking for it
Don't shed no tears when at my funeral
I was probably asking for it
That night they smashed that bottle on my dome
I was probably asking for it
So if I burn in hell from head to toe
I was probably asking for it
Know livin' I won't smell no roses, see no glory
Know imma have to rot before they go adore me
Why I gotta overdose, be shot, no making it to 40
Done with saying sorry, that word mean nothing to you
Say it when I'm horny, like could you do this for me
It come with the territory
Compulsive fornicator, fuckin' with these brainless shorties
I swear you corny for it
Blasted, I be asking for it, dope a sucka for it
Even more than pussy potion
Lucy fuck you for it
I ain't finished with exploring
With shit that leave me dormant
Promise I ain't snorting, whoring
I'll save that for the touring
Why you sound so reassuring
Why I'm never learning, all my life I been a burden
What's behind the curtain, all I know is stress and hurting
And that death is certain, and that medication working
Why pluggie my favourite person
So if I fall 'fore it's my time to go
I was probably asking for it
Don't shed no tears when at my funeral
I was probably asking for it
That night they smashed that bottle on my dome
I was probably asking for it
So if I burn in hell from head to toe
I was probably asking for it
Yeah
What to do when they ain't checking for ya
What to do when they be praying it's the ending for ya
I can smell the envy on ya like the crack aroma
I can smell the fakeness on ya, know it's taken over
Opposite of authentic, way you move offend me
Don't dare try dabbing me up, don't come around me friendly
So sloppy how you do business, go get you a biscuit
A solid plan never list it, you shoot from a distance
Opportunities missing, food for thought you resist it
Why you breaking ya dishes, clearly in need of assistance
No escaping the physics, fate, or the painful logistics
When this system expects you to fail and meet the statistics
No love for the gimmicks, puppet and slave to the critics
Come a day you'll be finished, find yourself broke and diminished
You thought that you reached your limit, being a junkie and cynic
Narcissist nihilistic
I'll probably end it like Vincent, I'm gone
So if I fall 'fore it's my time to go
I was probably asking for it
Don't shed no tears when at my funeral
I was probably asking for it
That night they smashed that bottle on my dome
I was probably asking for it
So if I burn in hell from head to toe
I was probably asking for it
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Writer(s): Rudy Rivera
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