Fuck It Puppet
Whispers, "why the voices make me act impulsively?"
My touch corrosive, I been tryna OD
Why I always got the notion no one cares about T?
Wanna watch the world burn, 'cause the world been burning me (ah)
Insecurities, fuck 'em, I need cash
Rob yutes, push crack, push your wig back
Send a yute back to Turkey, selling Shirley out the cab (ooh)
Been up from early (woo), 'cause I'm gonna relapse
All the good I've done, why they focus on the bad?
I was tryna stop drugs, drugs stop me in my tracks
"Here my brother, go on, have another"
I have dreams of dying, I've been hanging from the shutter
I have schemes of frying pussios like they chicken wings
(Protein diet) creatine for the fucking gym
At least mum loves me (bro, your mum's bias)
Shut the fuck up, weed for your arthritis
I'm depressed (no you're not), wanna kill myself (good)
You wouldn't do it anyway, bro, you need the push
Man, I wanna live (bro, shut the fuck up)
Here's some cocaine, bro, man, it make you feel good
Need luck (knock on wood, you wouldn't be good enough)
Shut the fuck up! (I'm your friend), no you're not
Good-looking colour, I'ma do it, I'ma-, ugh
Okay bro, delete my number from your phone
My touch corrosive, I been tryna OD
Why I always got the notion no one cares about T?
Wanna watch the world burn, 'cause the world been burning me (ah)
Insecurities, fuck 'em, I need cash
Rob yutes, push crack, push your wig back
Send a yute back to Turkey, selling Shirley out the cab (ooh)
Been up from early (woo), 'cause I'm gonna relapse
All the good I've done, why they focus on the bad?
I was tryna stop drugs, drugs stop me in my tracks
"Here my brother, go on, have another"
I have dreams of dying, I've been hanging from the shutter
I have schemes of frying pussios like they chicken wings
(Protein diet) creatine for the fucking gym
At least mum loves me (bro, your mum's bias)
Shut the fuck up, weed for your arthritis
I'm depressed (no you're not), wanna kill myself (good)
You wouldn't do it anyway, bro, you need the push
Man, I wanna live (bro, shut the fuck up)
Here's some cocaine, bro, man, it make you feel good
Need luck (knock on wood, you wouldn't be good enough)
Shut the fuck up! (I'm your friend), no you're not
Good-looking colour, I'ma do it, I'ma-, ugh
Okay bro, delete my number from your phone
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Carey, Kwesi Darko, Tyron Frampton, Zachary Nahome
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