Lockjaw
Look in the mirror like what I am
It's a lot to get involved but a lot to be who I am
It's not a leech
It's not a swamp
It's not a metaphor
My name ain't claimed by me
Don't put that on my gravestone
And as a lover never bruise only these bones that break
I'll hit you back
I'll call your phone
Light shit like everyday
But I'm alone
Forseek your goals
It's very hard for me
Inject marijuana smoke
I'm seeing things
I hate that no don't no no
Don't look at me funny please
I got a hammer on my hip like I'm a butcher bitch
I hate the way I swear I wanna fucking
Wrote your name on my heart
Down on my knees
Pray to god that we make it
Ain't no Swamp with no me
I'm above who I am
Some days you forgot
But I'm there for myself
And that's what I want
In my bed and I wonder
If you're with me when I run
Ten grand I'm a go in
I'm a go and quit this job
Ten grand is in my wallet
I'm a go and quit this job
Grandstands when I'm popping
I'm just singing what I want
Dance dance on my coffin
I ain't coughing from no blunt
Just this once
Ten grams in my pocket
I ain't playing with no runts
Fake fans when I'm popping
They ain't really from the swamp
Fuck this job
I'm a quit this job
I'm a make that work
I'm a go in hard
I'm a hit that other line when I'm on my own
And I'm barely cheating you don't call my phone
I'm barely calling you up okay
It's a lot to get involved but a lot to be who I am
It's not a leech
It's not a swamp
It's not a metaphor
My name ain't claimed by me
Don't put that on my gravestone
And as a lover never bruise only these bones that break
I'll hit you back
I'll call your phone
Light shit like everyday
But I'm alone
Forseek your goals
It's very hard for me
Inject marijuana smoke
I'm seeing things
I hate that no don't no no
Don't look at me funny please
I got a hammer on my hip like I'm a butcher bitch
I hate the way I swear I wanna fucking
Wrote your name on my heart
Down on my knees
Pray to god that we make it
Ain't no Swamp with no me
I'm above who I am
Some days you forgot
But I'm there for myself
And that's what I want
In my bed and I wonder
If you're with me when I run
Ten grand I'm a go in
I'm a go and quit this job
Ten grand is in my wallet
I'm a go and quit this job
Grandstands when I'm popping
I'm just singing what I want
Dance dance on my coffin
I ain't coughing from no blunt
Just this once
Ten grams in my pocket
I ain't playing with no runts
Fake fans when I'm popping
They ain't really from the swamp
Fuck this job
I'm a quit this job
I'm a make that work
I'm a go in hard
I'm a hit that other line when I'm on my own
And I'm barely cheating you don't call my phone
I'm barely calling you up okay
Credits
Writer(s): Griffin Fisher
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