Myself
I've been chilling I've been thinking
All the noise in my ear singing
All the hoes in my ear bringing
Up the useless stuff I'm hearing
Up yours I don't need all that
Past wounds I will needle that
Got bruise I will beat all that
Got juice I will be all that
Bitches be telling me what I'm doing
I will be doing what I'm doing
Don't care a bit about you guys opinion
Not even an onion can make me cry you know
My fucking heart is made of iron
Might fucking stop or she might be crying
Not gonna be buying all of you fighting
All of you be faking dollars you making
Fans you ain't making them
Bands you ain't making them
Stop with the capping
Them cars are all fake you know
Stop with the rapping
Them bars are all fake you know
Stop with the backing up
That bitch you ain't taking her
Them hits you ain't bringing that
Them bits I am bringing them
That fits when I'm hitting that
That stings you're not feeling that
O yan
I'm cold as a polar
Changing colours bipolar
Ancient brothers can go out
Breaking numbers go throw out
Feeding all em go ball out
Up all night I will pass out
Not all right I will stress out
Up all day I will gas out
Moving by myself bitch I'm free I'm real
But I will go nowhere I'm being surreal
Gotta find sum I love coz I feel like I'm king
About to go nuts on you I will be greater
About to go ape shit I will be a gorilla
Fuck all your sayings I don't need no critique because
I will do all myself I don't need noone else
Bro I will do all myself I don't need noone else
All the noise in my ear singing
All the hoes in my ear bringing
Up the useless stuff I'm hearing
Up yours I don't need all that
Past wounds I will needle that
Got bruise I will beat all that
Got juice I will be all that
Bitches be telling me what I'm doing
I will be doing what I'm doing
Don't care a bit about you guys opinion
Not even an onion can make me cry you know
My fucking heart is made of iron
Might fucking stop or she might be crying
Not gonna be buying all of you fighting
All of you be faking dollars you making
Fans you ain't making them
Bands you ain't making them
Stop with the capping
Them cars are all fake you know
Stop with the rapping
Them bars are all fake you know
Stop with the backing up
That bitch you ain't taking her
Them hits you ain't bringing that
Them bits I am bringing them
That fits when I'm hitting that
That stings you're not feeling that
O yan
I'm cold as a polar
Changing colours bipolar
Ancient brothers can go out
Breaking numbers go throw out
Feeding all em go ball out
Up all night I will pass out
Not all right I will stress out
Up all day I will gas out
Moving by myself bitch I'm free I'm real
But I will go nowhere I'm being surreal
Gotta find sum I love coz I feel like I'm king
About to go nuts on you I will be greater
About to go ape shit I will be a gorilla
Fuck all your sayings I don't need no critique because
I will do all myself I don't need noone else
Bro I will do all myself I don't need noone else
Credits
Writer(s): Elnur Farajov
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