MACHIAVELLIANISM

I'm about to get even
I aint even macaveli
Got no time for pussy rats
Man i feel like tom and jerry
Switching personalities but only if voices let me
Cant reveal the true version of myself
That shit is scary
If i say it imma do it there is nothing
They can tell me
Pop yo shit just like confetti
We aint even popping bottles
All they get is headshots like i was photographing models
Digging up yo bones like i was tryna find a fossil
Anarchy you changed
I been on what you been we actually the same
Why you so obsessed with fame
Never feeling any shame
Never feeling any guilt
If you run up you get spilt
Splitting atoms
The doctors gonna have stitch him together
Just like a quilt
Imma have to really get this together before i kill
How could a work of fiction be exactly how i feel
Im just tryna figure out how to eat my next meal
Somebody call the devil and tell him we had deal gotta
While I make this call to jesus to tell him take the wheel
(Kill them all)
I dont think that i should do that shit for real
(Stab em dead)
If i do that then i might stab myself for real
(Do that shit)
If i do it then that shit would just be tragic
(Why you waiting)
Shut up the fuck you aint nothing but distracting
Now i need smoke because that shit is so relaxing goddamit
(God damn it Where the FUCK is the blunt at Nigga Pass that shit)
(God Damn it Pass the blunt)
(I need it)
(I need that shit)
(NOW!)
(SMOKE)



Credits
Writer(s): Jules Adderley
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