In My Head
(Bands will make)
(Bands will make)
(Bands will make)
(Bands will make)
Bands will make me bands will make
Fans they hate me all the fans they hate
Pushing the gas no i dont use the brakes
Cannot be stopped feel like im winning the race
In my, head im, going crazy
All in my head and you talking you making me think about it yeah im going real crazy
Up in the rarri im cruising i fuck up the dash yeah and im pushing 180
Younger then most of the rappers im not even 16 but i call them all babys
(Probably fuck)
Little bitch know im up, Getting racks i count em up
I can never say whats up, She can never get enough
Why you talking all that shit, put my middle fingers up
Talking like you really bout it, but im gonna call your bluff
So much weight on my shoulders, anxiety, i been really getting buff
You need help well thats tuff
Not my fault the world is rough
Getting bread you know whats up
Saying id end up dead or in cuffs
Know the world is crazy can't be bothered by it
(Uh uh can't be bothered by it)
Got a rifle on my back and imma try it
Don't you even try it
Bands will make me bands will make
Fans they hate me all the fans they hate
Pushing the gas no i dont use the brakes
Cannot be stopped feel like im winning the race
In my, head im, going crazy
All in my head and you talking you making me think about it yeah im going real crazy
Up in the rarri im cruising i fuck up the dash yeah and im pushing 180
Younger then most of the rappers im not even 16 but i call them all baby's (yeah yeah)
(But I call them all baby's yeah yeah)
(Bands will make)
(Bands will make)
(Bands will make)
Bands will make me bands will make
Fans they hate me all the fans they hate
Pushing the gas no i dont use the brakes
Cannot be stopped feel like im winning the race
In my, head im, going crazy
All in my head and you talking you making me think about it yeah im going real crazy
Up in the rarri im cruising i fuck up the dash yeah and im pushing 180
Younger then most of the rappers im not even 16 but i call them all babys
(Probably fuck)
Little bitch know im up, Getting racks i count em up
I can never say whats up, She can never get enough
Why you talking all that shit, put my middle fingers up
Talking like you really bout it, but im gonna call your bluff
So much weight on my shoulders, anxiety, i been really getting buff
You need help well thats tuff
Not my fault the world is rough
Getting bread you know whats up
Saying id end up dead or in cuffs
Know the world is crazy can't be bothered by it
(Uh uh can't be bothered by it)
Got a rifle on my back and imma try it
Don't you even try it
Bands will make me bands will make
Fans they hate me all the fans they hate
Pushing the gas no i dont use the brakes
Cannot be stopped feel like im winning the race
In my, head im, going crazy
All in my head and you talking you making me think about it yeah im going real crazy
Up in the rarri im cruising i fuck up the dash yeah and im pushing 180
Younger then most of the rappers im not even 16 but i call them all baby's (yeah yeah)
(But I call them all baby's yeah yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Mathew Skelding
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