MaskMyWrist
I'm crazy
But you made me
Try to keep me in your pocket
But you can't save me
Imma die for this music
Music in my savings
Seasons be the people
That are always changing
Oh yeah
This should be good
They keep on telling me to quit
Watch you pout and throw a fit
Change your bars just like a pit stop
Just wait until I drop in
I will mess you up
My music is like gasoline
I haven't lit the match
If you fire up at me
I'll blow up where you at
You wanna talk all that
So please tell me what's your at
So I can cry
And I will never look back
Hate is so unneeded
You're a Padawan I'm teaching
Into Anakin he tweakin
He a bad boy I can fix him
Til he look at me like
Anakin saying I HATE YOU
You cannot admit
But we both know that I made you
I would never a fan of you
Even if I was payed to
This stick look like a pencil
So you bet I'm gone erase
I be shocking y'all when dropping
You would think that I just tased you
Uh paging uncle wrist
Tell me what you offering
So I can dig up out my bag a reason
For you to exist
You don't really wanna beef with me
I'm cleaner the some Listerine
I drive off quicker t
Then how long you lasted in the pit with me
I'm crazy
But you made me
Try to keep me in your pocket
But you can't save me
Imma die for this music
Music in my savings
Seasons be the people
That are always changing
But you made me
Try to keep me in your pocket
But you can't save me
Imma die for this music
Music in my savings
Seasons be the people
That are always changing
Oh yeah
This should be good
They keep on telling me to quit
Watch you pout and throw a fit
Change your bars just like a pit stop
Just wait until I drop in
I will mess you up
My music is like gasoline
I haven't lit the match
If you fire up at me
I'll blow up where you at
You wanna talk all that
So please tell me what's your at
So I can cry
And I will never look back
Hate is so unneeded
You're a Padawan I'm teaching
Into Anakin he tweakin
He a bad boy I can fix him
Til he look at me like
Anakin saying I HATE YOU
You cannot admit
But we both know that I made you
I would never a fan of you
Even if I was payed to
This stick look like a pencil
So you bet I'm gone erase
I be shocking y'all when dropping
You would think that I just tased you
Uh paging uncle wrist
Tell me what you offering
So I can dig up out my bag a reason
For you to exist
You don't really wanna beef with me
I'm cleaner the some Listerine
I drive off quicker t
Then how long you lasted in the pit with me
I'm crazy
But you made me
Try to keep me in your pocket
But you can't save me
Imma die for this music
Music in my savings
Seasons be the people
That are always changing
Credits
Writer(s): Blain Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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