Issa Bust

Nothin is real when you live in a game
Nothin to say and no one to pray to
I'm stuck in a simulated state
I'm stuck in my ways too
I gotta say, I'm ever so grateful
Even if some days I'd rather be fuckin dead
Or not exist in the first place
I'm a 1995 kid born into a cult
They called it religion, but now that I know
It's only a matter of time before it's exposed

But the money keep comin in
Cause the parents are givin 'em ten percent
Youngest of eleven I was okay with that
But the other ten had a bit of experience
And they really raised me through my teens
Even the ones I don't speak with anymore
But that's a bit different, or is it?
Is it wrong that I kinda don't give a shit?
Like, we're only half-blood so is it still legitimate?
Hit or miss, hit a lick - fuck it

You taught me to be this way
But really that don't make any sense, no
You want me to live a certain way
But none of that adds up at the end of the day
Oh no no

I pulled the plug on a drug, pushin my mind above
Learned about how to love and how to switch it all up
Actin like an IG slut I'm showin off my lil butt
Woulda showed a lil more but time is not enough
Fuck, fuck, fuck - time is not enough
Fuck, fuck, fuck - simulation is a bust
Simulation is a bust, simulation is a must
Simulation is a bust - fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Yeah, issa bust - fuck
If I wasn't in a simulation I would be a fuckin alien slut
Take it up my alien butt
Take a bunch of alien drugs
Take a-
I would d-
Yeah



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Writer(s): Wallace Overstreet
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