Narcissist
Mood swings yeah, feel hella bipolar (Yeah)
One, two, three, four, five now your life over (Baow, baow)
Man I sit in my room contemplating my life choices (I do)
Smoking these cigarettes, only thing keeping me going
People keep hating, but I'm still getting that bread (Yeah)
Whole lotta money that's what I'm trying to gather (For real)
Just did the race like Tay K (On god) Ima count them racks one day (Yeah yeah)
Never took no pills (Nah) but life going wrong feel like perc's might help (Maybe)
Sometimes I be feeling like I wanna die but nah I can't do that (Nah)
Cause my life's still dope (Yeah) and now ima get that bag (Yeah)
Don't care about no one else but me (On god)
Call me narcissistic all you want I don't care cause you a pussy (Bitch)
Fuck your gang y'all some bitches (For real)
All these songs that I be cooking make me feel better (On god)
Ima keep making music till I'm dead (Yeah)
Trying to make this music shit my job cause I don't know what else to do (Nah)
After I drop this album ima blow up ain't no doubt bout it (For real)
I be making a whole lotta vibes (On go on god) that's what I do best (Yeah)
Life be crazy, how we go from Covid to Russia invading Ukraine (For real)
I ain't trying to be controversial, but like life just is crazy for real (For real)
Finished the album, but still making more beats (On god)
Too many thoughts in my head, think I'm bout to OD (Nah, yeah, yeah)
Life been fire recently, but sometimes I'm still sad (Yeah)
Sitting in my room, cooking fire ass beats (I am)
Wish I got some sort of recognition for my songs
But I'm fine with being an underground artist
(I am fine but I still wanna blow up, on god on god, yeah)
Mood swings yeah, feel hella bipolar (I do)
One, two, three, four, five now your life's over (Baow, baow)
Man I sit in my room contemplating my life choices (I do)
Smoking these cigarettes, only thing keeping going
People keep hating, but I'm still getting that bread (I am)
Whole lotta money that's what I'm trying to gather (On god)
Just did the race like Tay K, Ima count them racks one day
(I am gonna count them Racks one day)
This fucking piano glitching, your bitch ask me for some dicking
Show up on your doorstep with a glockie (Baow, baow)
Don't give a shit bout no opps, cause them opps pussy as fuck (Pussy)
Hoping that I blow up after this album that shit would be nice (Yeah it would)
Yeah I said it, that shit would be nice on god
(Boom, baow baow, yeah yeah baow baow, Yeah yeah)
One, two, three, four, five now your life over (Baow, baow)
Man I sit in my room contemplating my life choices (I do)
Smoking these cigarettes, only thing keeping me going
People keep hating, but I'm still getting that bread (Yeah)
Whole lotta money that's what I'm trying to gather (For real)
Just did the race like Tay K (On god) Ima count them racks one day (Yeah yeah)
Never took no pills (Nah) but life going wrong feel like perc's might help (Maybe)
Sometimes I be feeling like I wanna die but nah I can't do that (Nah)
Cause my life's still dope (Yeah) and now ima get that bag (Yeah)
Don't care about no one else but me (On god)
Call me narcissistic all you want I don't care cause you a pussy (Bitch)
Fuck your gang y'all some bitches (For real)
All these songs that I be cooking make me feel better (On god)
Ima keep making music till I'm dead (Yeah)
Trying to make this music shit my job cause I don't know what else to do (Nah)
After I drop this album ima blow up ain't no doubt bout it (For real)
I be making a whole lotta vibes (On go on god) that's what I do best (Yeah)
Life be crazy, how we go from Covid to Russia invading Ukraine (For real)
I ain't trying to be controversial, but like life just is crazy for real (For real)
Finished the album, but still making more beats (On god)
Too many thoughts in my head, think I'm bout to OD (Nah, yeah, yeah)
Life been fire recently, but sometimes I'm still sad (Yeah)
Sitting in my room, cooking fire ass beats (I am)
Wish I got some sort of recognition for my songs
But I'm fine with being an underground artist
(I am fine but I still wanna blow up, on god on god, yeah)
Mood swings yeah, feel hella bipolar (I do)
One, two, three, four, five now your life's over (Baow, baow)
Man I sit in my room contemplating my life choices (I do)
Smoking these cigarettes, only thing keeping going
People keep hating, but I'm still getting that bread (I am)
Whole lotta money that's what I'm trying to gather (On god)
Just did the race like Tay K, Ima count them racks one day
(I am gonna count them Racks one day)
This fucking piano glitching, your bitch ask me for some dicking
Show up on your doorstep with a glockie (Baow, baow)
Don't give a shit bout no opps, cause them opps pussy as fuck (Pussy)
Hoping that I blow up after this album that shit would be nice (Yeah it would)
Yeah I said it, that shit would be nice on god
(Boom, baow baow, yeah yeah baow baow, Yeah yeah)
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Writer(s): Lauri Mäkelä
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