Fuckas

My mama asked how she could raise such a burgundy horned muthafucka
Like we not half each other
I'm trying to stack some lumber
So I can actually love her
Point one percent steady telling me I'm my own snubber
These bad-back crackerjack patsies should've worn rubber
But now I'm trapped
Hearing minimum is a warm number
Broke's such a worn bundle
How can I be born crumbled?
Rewire everything I aspire to
Somehow I stumbled
Nineteen eighty-four in the common era
Probably can hear a
Cry out for help
Sound like Michael Cera without the haircut
My hope appears
And then disappears by the time I wake up
But still I'm suppose to survive
And smile after hair and makeup?

Huh?
Never did care
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Fuckas

Nobody help me
I'm falling apart
Feel like a Michael Vick dog in my heart
Grew up on God
I'm hoping for Mars
Feeling like I'm fading like my name was Stark
So close
Lady Luck keep throwing low blows
Twenty-one with a forty-five
Meet the most high if you roll close
Hoe
All of you fuckas are part of the code
Call me Keanu
I'm breaking the mold
And as for my money
I'll get it in gold
I'll get it and go
Can't feel my pulse when I'm off of the dro
My skin is as cold and as rigid as stone
No Emma or Watson
I'm searching for home
Sucker don't test me
I'm besting your hopes
Besting your dreams
Gotta succeed
That's by any means
Can't be working for targets at twenty-three
By twenty-four you'll see me on a screen
Twenty-five, I'll be in your dreams
Twenty-six, I'll be a fucking king
Twenty-seven
Might be up in heaven with a godly weapon
Kicking Jimmy Morr up in his teeth

Ha
Ha
Ha
Never did care
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Fuckas



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Writer(s): Zane Woods
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