Quarter Life Killer

The rate I'm moving at right now, unprecedented
Nobody stopped and showed me how, I still did it
Maybe I am crazy, schizophrenic
Well I'm still running circles 'round you little bigots
I got a feeling your mental fitness is low
I can't believe I got to feel this way, because you aren't focused

Do you even notice how your actions effect us?
I don't give a fuck about me, I'm just fighting for the next one
I've been looking for a reason to throw some punches
In my leisure, I lay back, and I crunch the numbers
I wouldn't let up, I might charge, then I'd lunge and gut you
If you plan to keep it, I'd get your head out of the gutter

Turning twenty-five this month, I got rid of my luggage
If you wanna walk with me, then I'd hurry up hustle
You churning cream, I'm already over here, and I'm working with butter
I got a foot on you, I'm faster, and you know I got muscle

You little boys, so immature, I've lost all faith that you'll grow up
You never look, if it's in your way, then it ends up broken
All your answers steaming shit, and all your questions loaded
I don't trust you one bit
Coke and baking soda

All my haters love me
They can't shut up about me
I tell them to take my name out of their mouths
They always end up louder
I love it when they doubt me
Helps me know my power
Life tastes so much sweeter, knowing you're so sour
Hahaha

Hello?
Oh it's you
You think I'm gonna open up my door now?
You dead to me

Watch me levitate, my head up in the meta verse
I didn't hesitate, just had to spell my letters first
This kid legendary, there's not better word
Your mental sedentary, but your still predatory
You think I'm gonna let up, but I barely started
If you wouldn't have said it, you wouldn't be part of it
Shouldn't of let them in, shouldn't have given them part of me
Freshman? I'm varsity
No one hard as me
There's positive scarcity
I take the darkness and body it
The light it embodies me

The rate I'm moving at right now, unprecedented
Nobody stopped to show me how, I still did it
Maybe I am crazy, schizophrenic
Well I'm still running circles 'round you little bigots

I'm not scared a little bit
I got used to that pitter patter, next to the window sill
I'd listen to it, watch it splatter, dream of making millions
They don't know quite who they dealing with, unbridled stallion
While you sitting and staring, I'm facing battalions
Your mountain a molehill, compared to my mountain
How does being full feel?
So full of it, drowning
Nothing to be proud of, but you couldn't be louder
No wonder I don't want to hear the fucking sound of your voice

Shh
Just for once, just shh, I said shh!!!
Shut the fuck up!



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Gifford
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