Fuck It
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Ain't even talking politics or politicians
Or how they try to control these systems
Then give you story tied with gold ribbons
About the importance of all these missions
But they not they own visions
Nah
I'm speaking on people's interpretations
Which they blame on you for their own stagnations
In their own mind but their own degradations
Their own life but their own false creations
Charred visions and hope cremations
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Cause they made the message lose its meaning
Then dried and withered from their salt
Build their art like it's machining
Guess it's just a habit by default
I'm a mongoose amongst the snakes
Running circles around the game
Triangulating all these shapes
Can't box me in my flow just reign
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Say I'm quick to act but I hold my tongue
Say I'm quick to shoot but I broke my gun
Try to be a light but we're all under the sun
No different than a fellow rapper's pun
But they still find themselves lost in my vibe
I was always on a Quest, Papa of my tribe
Ottawa the city, Aviation when I ride
Paving parkways when I inscribe
Everybody wanna take the expressway
I'll be a historian to outlast like Gardiner
For now I'll just sip on this Grand Marnier
Until I Blast off with with the Blue Bombay
They say I went too offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck how they feel by the end of it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck how they care at the end of it
Fuck what they say at the end of it
Fuck how the system be at the end of it
Fuck how I feel by the end of it
Fuck it maybe it's the end of it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went too offensive when I defended it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Ain't even talking politics or politicians
Or how they try to control these systems
Then give you story tied with gold ribbons
About the importance of all these missions
But they not they own visions
Nah
I'm speaking on people's interpretations
Which they blame on you for their own stagnations
In their own mind but their own degradations
Their own life but their own false creations
Charred visions and hope cremations
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Cause they made the message lose its meaning
Then dried and withered from their salt
Build their art like it's machining
Guess it's just a habit by default
I'm a mongoose amongst the snakes
Running circles around the game
Triangulating all these shapes
Can't box me in my flow just reign
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Say I'm quick to act but I hold my tongue
Say I'm quick to shoot but I broke my gun
Try to be a light but we're all under the sun
No different than a fellow rapper's pun
But they still find themselves lost in my vibe
I was always on a Quest, Papa of my tribe
Ottawa the city, Aviation when I ride
Paving parkways when I inscribe
Everybody wanna take the expressway
I'll be a historian to outlast like Gardiner
For now I'll just sip on this Grand Marnier
Until I Blast off with with the Blue Bombay
They say I went too offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck how they feel by the end of it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Fuck how they care at the end of it
Fuck what they say at the end of it
Fuck how the system be at the end of it
Fuck how I feel by the end of it
Fuck it maybe it's the end of it
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went too offensive when I defended it
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Writer(s): Makeda Beaton
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