A.Y.S.S.T.S.
Uh, I've been feeling like Bruce Lee with a bruised knee
Cash money feel like Tunechi
Haunted house no room keys
You tap out I stop that's rule three
What use is PETA with no cruelty
Rick James with no jewellery
Fat booty and some loose jeans
I got a sharp tongue use it loosely
Clean shoes, blue jeans
Got a dry mouth some new teeth
Front row for the groupies
Last row for the toupees
Go all black in a two piece
All black like a news piece
All black like my mood please
In a three piece suit looking for true peace, yeah
Yeah, uh
Look in the mirror and I still see a skinny kid
Relentless and prejudiced, a bit
Would sell my soul for a bit
Would sell my soul for a hit, no shit
No compromise I see what you're doing
Tryna recreate that magic but that's the thing
You either have it or you don't, And if you do
You're gonna see it you don't even have to look
They will point it out, and have you shook
I got my rings they precious
Feel like a pimp in a nexus
Just need a gold chain and a necklace
Go get your things and let's just
Let's just leave, leave, leave
Let's just leave, leave, leave
Let's just leave, leave, leave
I've been saying please, please, please
Let's just
Straight to the A with my game
Empty handed, late to the fray what's my name
Time bandits counting down the hours of my days
Got a little green in the streams of my brain
Mix a little green with the ink on my page, uh
Every time they scream think I'll bust up a vein
Taking dopamine through a screen what a shame
You've been in my dreams that's why I sleep all day, yeah
How much of me is me how much is medicine
How much of me is me how much is chemical
I choose death by exile that's my sentencing
She tells me how I sit is too feminine
What's the use, I play to win, I hate to lose
I cannot choose between petty friends, and solitude
And my muse, god bless her, she's pretty cool
And I hope you're getting better
Don't be looking at your shoes, uh
You ain't got the faintest
What we doing dangerous, it ain't painless
Leave my liver on the page and, till I'm braindead
With no shame left, call me shameless
I'm in the same place and my train's left
I'm a sniper but I'm aimless
A broke bloke tryna be kingpin
Tell you my dreams what am I drinking
Hallucinating on no sleep but my dysfunction still intrinsic
Got no number in my lenses turn a corner hit the trenches
Spit and piss inside a ditch, wake up next day
What was I thinking
Cash money feel like Tunechi
Haunted house no room keys
You tap out I stop that's rule three
What use is PETA with no cruelty
Rick James with no jewellery
Fat booty and some loose jeans
I got a sharp tongue use it loosely
Clean shoes, blue jeans
Got a dry mouth some new teeth
Front row for the groupies
Last row for the toupees
Go all black in a two piece
All black like a news piece
All black like my mood please
In a three piece suit looking for true peace, yeah
Yeah, uh
Look in the mirror and I still see a skinny kid
Relentless and prejudiced, a bit
Would sell my soul for a bit
Would sell my soul for a hit, no shit
No compromise I see what you're doing
Tryna recreate that magic but that's the thing
You either have it or you don't, And if you do
You're gonna see it you don't even have to look
They will point it out, and have you shook
I got my rings they precious
Feel like a pimp in a nexus
Just need a gold chain and a necklace
Go get your things and let's just
Let's just leave, leave, leave
Let's just leave, leave, leave
Let's just leave, leave, leave
I've been saying please, please, please
Let's just
Straight to the A with my game
Empty handed, late to the fray what's my name
Time bandits counting down the hours of my days
Got a little green in the streams of my brain
Mix a little green with the ink on my page, uh
Every time they scream think I'll bust up a vein
Taking dopamine through a screen what a shame
You've been in my dreams that's why I sleep all day, yeah
How much of me is me how much is medicine
How much of me is me how much is chemical
I choose death by exile that's my sentencing
She tells me how I sit is too feminine
What's the use, I play to win, I hate to lose
I cannot choose between petty friends, and solitude
And my muse, god bless her, she's pretty cool
And I hope you're getting better
Don't be looking at your shoes, uh
You ain't got the faintest
What we doing dangerous, it ain't painless
Leave my liver on the page and, till I'm braindead
With no shame left, call me shameless
I'm in the same place and my train's left
I'm a sniper but I'm aimless
A broke bloke tryna be kingpin
Tell you my dreams what am I drinking
Hallucinating on no sleep but my dysfunction still intrinsic
Got no number in my lenses turn a corner hit the trenches
Spit and piss inside a ditch, wake up next day
What was I thinking
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Writer(s): Sanchay Wadhwa
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