Black Mirror
No God fuck no, Fuck your stupid words
You can't beat me, know I'm a god
Even gods have demons
Already told you that I was a god
But threw out the manual
Don't need a prove I'm a prophet
My eyes away from the profit
My hands they stay in my pockets
You knockin' down on the doors
If beliefs were always true then where's your rapture Daniel?
Wars of handouts turn to capture
I don't really care I'll kill them off for their assists
As if they even had assets to begin with
Because they didn't so I'm stuck between not givin' a shit
And shoveling it on delinquents cause they get it anyway
From other fuckin' dipshit's
Nitpicks cause the snippets were damaging hair and overhyped
A Fitbit to weigh all your thickness
Tricked ya can't measure your head
You hide behind your phone
You think so little; must be school you missed
Not takin' it for meds, you're barely managing
But flex the wrists (huh)
But I don't fuss I ain't complaining like Russ
I meet you up
Cause your same age as us
Get Lex to beat you; upper cut
I'm lurkin' inconspicuous to fill the spot you shot and missed
You'll rot cause you're a writer's block
Not workin' fuckin' spoken pot (god damn)
False reflections of a black mirror
Two-faced bitches we seein' true Guise
Falsified facade's get knotted up when the noose ties
Who am I
I'm that white boy with blue eyes
You'd never would've guessed
Would take you under where the roots lie
Pine-box music made a genre for these stupid fake
Fuck losers claimin' they were shootin
When they couldn't even bust fluid
Flaccid fuckin' SoundCloud tulips
Me and "Reece" are now in session to corrupt the rec students
Bet professor Lex aggressive Is the heavyweight you copycat
And he's never needed conceded fiction It's only facts
Blastin' out the sub speakers heated up a dolly pack
But either way you take it I'ma take you where the honey at
So welcome to my beehive my free mind's buzzin
With these black and yellow heavy metals
Thoughts that I encompass
Up the ruckus for these goofy motherfuckers tryna rummage
Cause I amputate a fake and leave em crawlin'
While I run it, Ha
You can't beat me, know I'm a god
Even gods have demons
Already told you that I was a god
But threw out the manual
Don't need a prove I'm a prophet
My eyes away from the profit
My hands they stay in my pockets
You knockin' down on the doors
If beliefs were always true then where's your rapture Daniel?
Wars of handouts turn to capture
I don't really care I'll kill them off for their assists
As if they even had assets to begin with
Because they didn't so I'm stuck between not givin' a shit
And shoveling it on delinquents cause they get it anyway
From other fuckin' dipshit's
Nitpicks cause the snippets were damaging hair and overhyped
A Fitbit to weigh all your thickness
Tricked ya can't measure your head
You hide behind your phone
You think so little; must be school you missed
Not takin' it for meds, you're barely managing
But flex the wrists (huh)
But I don't fuss I ain't complaining like Russ
I meet you up
Cause your same age as us
Get Lex to beat you; upper cut
I'm lurkin' inconspicuous to fill the spot you shot and missed
You'll rot cause you're a writer's block
Not workin' fuckin' spoken pot (god damn)
False reflections of a black mirror
Two-faced bitches we seein' true Guise
Falsified facade's get knotted up when the noose ties
Who am I
I'm that white boy with blue eyes
You'd never would've guessed
Would take you under where the roots lie
Pine-box music made a genre for these stupid fake
Fuck losers claimin' they were shootin
When they couldn't even bust fluid
Flaccid fuckin' SoundCloud tulips
Me and "Reece" are now in session to corrupt the rec students
Bet professor Lex aggressive Is the heavyweight you copycat
And he's never needed conceded fiction It's only facts
Blastin' out the sub speakers heated up a dolly pack
But either way you take it I'ma take you where the honey at
So welcome to my beehive my free mind's buzzin
With these black and yellow heavy metals
Thoughts that I encompass
Up the ruckus for these goofy motherfuckers tryna rummage
Cause I amputate a fake and leave em crawlin'
While I run it, Ha
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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