Swift (Scrambled Eggs Edition)

I look incredible
So good in red
If you ain't present hoe
I'm swiping left
I said it once, now, you love me to death
I moving on please move your car you parked me in

Leave it up to me I'm fast as uh
OK
Ok my Baby got that cake can't get enough
OK
I need more sleep because the world need more of me ok
I want a side of fries with that drink

I look incredible
Look good in red
Smooth flow like Dannimals
No love in sex
I'm moving on I grow so fast like I'm a pest
They put weed killer on our food to give it pep

I'm flexing under the bar
That's how I used to get dates
Baby don't know who I am
That's cuz I'm wearing a face
That's Fake from the one I used to wear when I was eight
Break from the norm
Holy god I'm lookin great

I look incredible
Look good in red
You think you're special hoe?
Take me instead
I'm an example for
Dirt plus some breath
Take a seat
Wait and see what's coming next

Don't pray for me
I just wanna talk
Cuz I'm running out of time
And they're running out of chalk
I'm running from my crimes
And I'm ducking from the past
Past two weeks bad
Need to calm down fast

But the coffee won't help
And the meds don't help
And my friends don't help
And my church won't help
And my therapist will tell
Me anything worth my money
Funny
Running
Hurts my knees

I prefer to keep it real deal
With the feelings
As they start to heal
Maybe I'm just Lazy
I don't wanna drown
hold my breath
Don't look down
Cap and gown
Cut my crown
Now I got these credits
And my credit card bounced
Caught up in the moment
Now I'm scraping my account
How much a dollar cost
Just tell me right now

Feedback
Blink twice if you need that
Rewrite all my verses
New switch
Bring the beat back
Fried rice let me eat that
Who are you?
What's the format?
No time for the chit chat
That why I don't got a doormat

So that's where I'm at

Concrete hurts now
My Feet Bleed
And I grind my teeth
Cuz my bank account low
And arms got weak
Get some sleep
Falco punch
To my gut when I see that

Oh fashion
Wish that you had it
Mash on the gas but your ass move backwards
Red blade packed 'boutta pull up on a dragon
Said you him but I don't see you Billy Baggins

Oh bastard
Got no talent
Tats look fake
Write dumb ass captions
Oh shit
'Boutta Switch like Aladdin
Wave dash kid
Too quick can't grab him

Work wear work like it's made to look classy
Take your breath like I gave a bitch asthma
Boutta go Up, call Dilly Ed Asner
Got good moves for a dumb white cracker
I'm trying my best
With hits like this they gon' need a vest
I'm unimpressed with the ish that they talk I guess got time to to just surf
3G internet like uh



Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Zimmerly
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