I Wish an Expat Would

I hope you don't think you know who I am
But you better you understand
I don't walk around town
With a turnt up nose
Fuck your goals
You just gloat
I'm on go
You go bitch
I don't quit
I only double take
I still hate
I don't want to see your face
Motherfucker I don't play

Cus I'm peerless
And I'm a reject
I got defects
I'm a fucking carbon copy
I got secrets
I should leave this beat
Got no more dreams kid

I don't listen when you talk that pseudo shit
Fuck your faux-punk fits
And your phoney rebel lip service
No purpose
Book learnin
Grade curvin
And I still got pages turning
This Inferno got the book burning

Look into my mind
Look into my eyes
I didn't mean to make you cry
I wish an expat would lie
I can see now
With a third eye
Bitch I'm Mona Fandey
Come and catch me
I can feel a power stirring deep inside

I can see now
What I mean to you
(I see through)
Is it true?
(Your whole fucking ruse)



Credits
Writer(s): Rene Huels
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link