BURNING BRIDGES (Freestyle)
(Please don't call me arrogant 'cause what I'm saying is true)
The tactics?
Got a Denim heart, we wash it up with acid
Spoke the truth, you calling it sarcastic
No aux, you was jacking up the static
See you throwin' bricks after bricks
Were you raised in the Knicks?
Got no patience with this
You won't race in this bitch
I been pacing the wrist
So got no time to exist
You been out here though
Is you chasing this tick?
If you talking to me, look me dead in the eyes
No love around, 'cause I'm dead in her eyes
Somniphobia and drugs, I'm dead in the high
Amelia Earheart, I'll be dead in the skies
Looking like I been having fun though
Chelsea in the blood, I can't run low
Raised in blue nights, no sun though
Come back with a win or don't fucking come home
Dollar be the bitch, that I be chasing now
Had a horizontal line, it's adjacent now
Had a restless year, we patient now
Now shawty tryna leave the club, call that mason mount
Burning the bridge, That's a heavy first touch
Had a bad first half, but fuck it I'mma clutch
Self-made pressure sounds real fucked up
Got these hoes layin', but I ain't speakin no Dutch
Silence is peaceful, but I miss the noise
If you fumbled me, you can't miss the boy
Uniting all the money, Van Nistelrooy
Shooting with my pen, y'all just kiss recoils
Too many deaths, sky's my family picture
Benchin' all feelings, just to win a fixture
Is it 'cause I'm fucked up? Is it 'cause of drugs?
Or maybe both are facts, and we blame it on the mixture
You at the table, I gotta take my chair
Sit by the window, I might take a glare
And the city burns outside at night
But it looks too pretty, so it's only fair
Fuck the smile, fuck the mental
I say, I love the chaos, 'cause love is rental
Now only time you see me with my teeth out
Is when the season ends and I bite my medal
(So I'm not one of the bottle)
(I think I'm a special one)
The tactics?
Got a Denim heart, we wash it up with acid
Spoke the truth, you calling it sarcastic
No aux, you was jacking up the static
See you throwin' bricks after bricks
Were you raised in the Knicks?
Got no patience with this
You won't race in this bitch
I been pacing the wrist
So got no time to exist
You been out here though
Is you chasing this tick?
If you talking to me, look me dead in the eyes
No love around, 'cause I'm dead in her eyes
Somniphobia and drugs, I'm dead in the high
Amelia Earheart, I'll be dead in the skies
Looking like I been having fun though
Chelsea in the blood, I can't run low
Raised in blue nights, no sun though
Come back with a win or don't fucking come home
Dollar be the bitch, that I be chasing now
Had a horizontal line, it's adjacent now
Had a restless year, we patient now
Now shawty tryna leave the club, call that mason mount
Burning the bridge, That's a heavy first touch
Had a bad first half, but fuck it I'mma clutch
Self-made pressure sounds real fucked up
Got these hoes layin', but I ain't speakin no Dutch
Silence is peaceful, but I miss the noise
If you fumbled me, you can't miss the boy
Uniting all the money, Van Nistelrooy
Shooting with my pen, y'all just kiss recoils
Too many deaths, sky's my family picture
Benchin' all feelings, just to win a fixture
Is it 'cause I'm fucked up? Is it 'cause of drugs?
Or maybe both are facts, and we blame it on the mixture
You at the table, I gotta take my chair
Sit by the window, I might take a glare
And the city burns outside at night
But it looks too pretty, so it's only fair
Fuck the smile, fuck the mental
I say, I love the chaos, 'cause love is rental
Now only time you see me with my teeth out
Is when the season ends and I bite my medal
(So I'm not one of the bottle)
(I think I'm a special one)
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