Infinite Monkey Theorem
Sell your soul get a crisis loan
Broken pillar cant hold my own
Midas touch I can't drink what's gold
Do whatever they gon call you goat
Psychotic break narcotic weight lose my mind don't wanna wait
I might spend it all inside a single place
I might crash the whip I can't get away
Insides blown it's an inside job get an invite straight out my eyesight
Strain on my limelight way we don't act right
Can't make it past 25 if I keep it up
Run it up run it up pour me another its bottoms up
Falling like dominos swear that I'm breaking
Swear that I'm racing straight to my grave
This be the part where I blame you
This be the part where I say that I hate you
You make me work hard
I need that wockhardt
All of your comments making me vomit
You always treating me like just like a puppet
Cut off my strings and we all getting sick of just watching
Ermmm okay?
Rick Owens inside the womb
Wrist cold I can't even move
Shawty wanna see my bedroom
We gon fuck twice on the play mat with the little roads
Sniff a bit of blow with my dad's credit cards
While the world watch like a prison guard
I'm gon give it up we gon call it art
Only liking rap if it's dark
You don't have no taste wanna hear me scream
Why yall gon pity me
Please just don't picture me
As a good person
That's so perverted
Bury everything that's important
"Tell me man is this a cry for help?"
Nah bitch!
This a laugh of torment!
Edge a motherfucking aneurysm
I don't give a fuck cuz I don't manage feelings
Mind ya business
Why ya man snitching
Every day I wake I'm stuck up in a prism
Dumping my thoughts in a bottle
I'm tired of speaking I see you tomorrow
And every day wasted cuz that's time we borrow
And just to feel normal the drugs that we swallow
You a weak brain
For pete sake
In a deep state
Eating cheesecake
Whole face getting defaced
Whole style copied and deep faked
We goin up
Why are you stuck
Not gonna cap ima keep it a buck
Keep it a stack
See me at shows
I don't wanna hug
Midas touch but I'm not grabbing the gold
Make a motherfucking habit of goals
Rid the demons that inhabit my soul
Evil energy we trapped in the hole
Bad decision now I'm needing a loan
Get it right before I'm back on my own
Last thing I want to chat with the clones
Backspace taking one to the dome
Broken pillar cant hold my own
Midas touch I can't drink what's gold
Do whatever they gon call you goat
Psychotic break narcotic weight lose my mind don't wanna wait
I might spend it all inside a single place
I might crash the whip I can't get away
Insides blown it's an inside job get an invite straight out my eyesight
Strain on my limelight way we don't act right
Can't make it past 25 if I keep it up
Run it up run it up pour me another its bottoms up
Falling like dominos swear that I'm breaking
Swear that I'm racing straight to my grave
This be the part where I blame you
This be the part where I say that I hate you
You make me work hard
I need that wockhardt
All of your comments making me vomit
You always treating me like just like a puppet
Cut off my strings and we all getting sick of just watching
Ermmm okay?
Rick Owens inside the womb
Wrist cold I can't even move
Shawty wanna see my bedroom
We gon fuck twice on the play mat with the little roads
Sniff a bit of blow with my dad's credit cards
While the world watch like a prison guard
I'm gon give it up we gon call it art
Only liking rap if it's dark
You don't have no taste wanna hear me scream
Why yall gon pity me
Please just don't picture me
As a good person
That's so perverted
Bury everything that's important
"Tell me man is this a cry for help?"
Nah bitch!
This a laugh of torment!
Edge a motherfucking aneurysm
I don't give a fuck cuz I don't manage feelings
Mind ya business
Why ya man snitching
Every day I wake I'm stuck up in a prism
Dumping my thoughts in a bottle
I'm tired of speaking I see you tomorrow
And every day wasted cuz that's time we borrow
And just to feel normal the drugs that we swallow
You a weak brain
For pete sake
In a deep state
Eating cheesecake
Whole face getting defaced
Whole style copied and deep faked
We goin up
Why are you stuck
Not gonna cap ima keep it a buck
Keep it a stack
See me at shows
I don't wanna hug
Midas touch but I'm not grabbing the gold
Make a motherfucking habit of goals
Rid the demons that inhabit my soul
Evil energy we trapped in the hole
Bad decision now I'm needing a loan
Get it right before I'm back on my own
Last thing I want to chat with the clones
Backspace taking one to the dome
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Writer(s): Stef M
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