Come On

Guess I'm back to the scene, stop playing about
Really levelled up with that clip in my mouth
How you wanna chat to me, bro you don't pounce
And my plugs man they still never seen no drought
Yeah you wanna bet you could take my life
Brodie come on, come and take my life
Ride on me? That's suicide!
Wrist slit with a goth bitch kissing it

Man I'm so sick of this sound, it's a trap
How come everyone chat, guess it goes 'Like That!'
"Fix, where you been,? You been ghost man it seems"
Just been fucking with bruddahs that live out your dreams

I know a few bruddahs that some of you listen to
They wanna hate me but bruddah like who are you?
Talk all this shit then say sorry in DM's
How ya gonna chat about demons ah?
Fuck it, back on my hard shit
Back on my shit cold shit, cold heart
Work on my art like I'm Mozart
Froze up, froze up, then you gonna talk about POSTUP

I been up for like way too long
I been up trying to make these songs
She ain't roll my blunt then she ain't the one
She gonna sing my song while she trying to fuck
Why you tell me you love me if you never meant it?
Last couple years been a waste and it's tragic
Acid, fucked up my brain on some mad shit
Here we go though 'cos I'm back and I'm passing
Heaven or hell? Man, I cannot tell
And my head's 'bout to meltdown
All of the love that I had in a well, down
All of this shit so boring to me, need to change up

So sick of these, yeah
So of these hoes and all of these bruddahs
They turn to foe, yeah they turn to foe
They ain't my family, that's no love
Cold heart, cold heart
Work on my art like I'm Mozart
Man, fuck you

Guess I'm back to the scene, stop playing about
Really levelled up with that clip in my mouth
How you wanna chat to me, bro you don't pounce
And my plugs man they still never seen no drought
Yeah you wanna bet you could take my life
Brodie come on, come and take my life
Ride on me? That's suicide!
Wrist slit with a goth bitch kissing it



Credits
Writer(s): Britt Edwards, Mike Simons
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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