Curvature
There's just no way I could avoid it
Once again I've made you disappointed
I'm not sure how much longer I could do this
I never fit in and it really made me ruthless
Now my life like the car yeah it's roofless
There's not a limit to what I could do bitch
I'm feeling some type of way
Might hit a rude bitch
If you lost
Go get a clue bitch
No it ain't enough if I don't feel like I'm too rich
I walk in the room I tell them just what the move is
And I'm moving carefully plotting all of my movement
Every time I hop off the stage they wondering who went
I just thank God that I'm like this
Boy thank God I'm not like them
Electric like lightning
I could tell why it get to frightening
And I don't do writing
I'm really enlightened
Whatever I'm lighting
Got me feeling high and
I'm fucking frying
I feel like Wayne
Once the drugs done, I'm dying
And I'm like a drug to the fans I supply it
I don't like commercial, private planes what I'll fly in
I remember I was loading up on Brian's
Got to find a way to activate my desires
Just tell me all the things that's hard to say
I respected honesty why'd you betray
Why the fuck'd you plot on me like I'm the one to play
Fuck you
Once again I've made you disappointed
I'm not sure how much longer I could do this
I never fit in and it really made me ruthless
Now my life like the car yeah it's roofless
There's not a limit to what I could do bitch
I'm feeling some type of way
Might hit a rude bitch
If you lost
Go get a clue bitch
No it ain't enough if I don't feel like I'm too rich
I walk in the room I tell them just what the move is
And I'm moving carefully plotting all of my movement
Every time I hop off the stage they wondering who went
I just thank God that I'm like this
Boy thank God I'm not like them
Electric like lightning
I could tell why it get to frightening
And I don't do writing
I'm really enlightened
Whatever I'm lighting
Got me feeling high and
I'm fucking frying
I feel like Wayne
Once the drugs done, I'm dying
And I'm like a drug to the fans I supply it
I don't like commercial, private planes what I'll fly in
I remember I was loading up on Brian's
Got to find a way to activate my desires
Just tell me all the things that's hard to say
I respected honesty why'd you betray
Why the fuck'd you plot on me like I'm the one to play
Fuck you
Credits
Writer(s): Kleber Mendes
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