Savin Me

Whose fucking Savin me
Whose gonna comfort me
I said whose Savin me
Please someone comfort me

The Smallest on the court so I advance the ball
Local milfs in my area I think I found em all
I Can't vent to no one so I talk to the dolls
Put a straight jacket on me I'm going awol
When I die I want bagpipes and a leopard mink
I do shit out of impulse I need to fucking think
Eyes wide on the finish line I never dare to blink
I wouldn't last 10 minutes in a precinct
How can I fall off when I haven't fallen on yet
If this rap shit was a workout I wouldn't break a sweat
What was I supposed to do later I think that I forget
Cook these other rappers and fold on em, omelette

Whose fucking Savin me
Whose gonna comfort me
I said whose Savin me
Please someone comfort me

That girl was bushy Dennis Eckersley Mustache
Do what I want and I'm not scared of the backlash
Not scared to say your favorite rapper is hot trash
Give me their label money and my success will be unmatched
I got this locked down and I don't need any help
She heard me sing the blues and now she's beside herself
Got my eyes on everyone like a member of the cartel
Ooze talent at 21 just like my name Adele
One trick pony you just a mime with a box
Sidekick energy like the Chicago White Sox
I came a long way from playing on the floor with matchbox
My vision under lock and key you'll need to break the padlock
I cry tears of joy when I hear the guitar sing
Can't wait for the day when I blow up like a hot spring
You sittin on the bench Zeke Elliot with the hamstring
Stephen A Smith on a weekday, ranting

Whose fucking Savin me
Whose gonna comfort me
I said whose Savin me
Please someone comfort me



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Fine
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