All I Know
All I know is that you can't fill my shoes
All I know is you don't know what I been through
All I know is you're a motherfucking pencil
Stand in my shoes guaranteed it'll break you
Mentally ill everyday i'm confused
Might as well be ill when I spit achoo
My fault did I just get you sick too
Good cause it might help bars stick too
Instead you got a ghost writer they go boo
When you hear that shit then you like ouu
Basically they tell you what to do
Without em' you would be nowhere that's true
Me I just like to get behind the mic
It's lit lil' bitch kinda like dynamite
I just like to beat up the beat it's tryna fight
Lemme tell a little bit a bout my life
High school ain't nobody know me right
Like I was a ghost I wasn't in sight
Walk through the halls headphones on
Go to the stalls get my smoke on get a little bright
Late to class if my dad was around he'd whoop my ass one reason I write
One because wasn't fucking with school
Two because nobody thought I was cool
Till I showed up to parties drinking booze
Three because dad I miss you
Now i'm on my own I write my own rules
Famous bar I go by I never lose
Always go first like I hit the cue
Oh you wanna go first put you on queue
Shitting on you here take a stool
Pain is a mushroom eat it I grew
Life's too much to handle I bottle it then explode see
Not a shaking Coke but with mentos cause i'm exploding
I just be here handling my own shit by my lonely
One day i'll go gold be on top of the shelf a trophy
Y'all fame be luck cause y'all suck
Need someone to hold you up like a strut
Y'all be rusted out and stay stuck
Like the Tinman without oil fuck
Know i'm better more than half of y'all fucks
All I know is imma get down than more ups
But still bring extra heat like a deluxe
I'll get rid of your soft tracks i'm a racer
All of my days are fake today yesterday
If I had the balls to take my life i'd say yes today
But I can't ok
The only reason cause I got a lot of friends that'd be sad to see
Me dangling from a tree but just maybe i'd grow fame
Cause that R.I.P Is some disease spread everywhere like it's an STD
I just know if I died you'd fuck with me
Life's too much to handle I bottle it then explode see
Not a shaking Coke but with mentos cause i'm exploding
I just be here handling my own shit by my lonely
One day i'll go gold be on top of the shelf a trophy
All I know is you don't know what I been through
All I know is you're a motherfucking pencil
Stand in my shoes guaranteed it'll break you
Mentally ill everyday i'm confused
Might as well be ill when I spit achoo
My fault did I just get you sick too
Good cause it might help bars stick too
Instead you got a ghost writer they go boo
When you hear that shit then you like ouu
Basically they tell you what to do
Without em' you would be nowhere that's true
Me I just like to get behind the mic
It's lit lil' bitch kinda like dynamite
I just like to beat up the beat it's tryna fight
Lemme tell a little bit a bout my life
High school ain't nobody know me right
Like I was a ghost I wasn't in sight
Walk through the halls headphones on
Go to the stalls get my smoke on get a little bright
Late to class if my dad was around he'd whoop my ass one reason I write
One because wasn't fucking with school
Two because nobody thought I was cool
Till I showed up to parties drinking booze
Three because dad I miss you
Now i'm on my own I write my own rules
Famous bar I go by I never lose
Always go first like I hit the cue
Oh you wanna go first put you on queue
Shitting on you here take a stool
Pain is a mushroom eat it I grew
Life's too much to handle I bottle it then explode see
Not a shaking Coke but with mentos cause i'm exploding
I just be here handling my own shit by my lonely
One day i'll go gold be on top of the shelf a trophy
Y'all fame be luck cause y'all suck
Need someone to hold you up like a strut
Y'all be rusted out and stay stuck
Like the Tinman without oil fuck
Know i'm better more than half of y'all fucks
All I know is imma get down than more ups
But still bring extra heat like a deluxe
I'll get rid of your soft tracks i'm a racer
All of my days are fake today yesterday
If I had the balls to take my life i'd say yes today
But I can't ok
The only reason cause I got a lot of friends that'd be sad to see
Me dangling from a tree but just maybe i'd grow fame
Cause that R.I.P Is some disease spread everywhere like it's an STD
I just know if I died you'd fuck with me
Life's too much to handle I bottle it then explode see
Not a shaking Coke but with mentos cause i'm exploding
I just be here handling my own shit by my lonely
One day i'll go gold be on top of the shelf a trophy
Credits
Writer(s): Moises Francisco Guerrero
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