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Six months I couldn't go on live (God damn)
Six blunts I was still getting high (God damn)
Sick runts trying to filter my mind
I ain't gonna let it happen man I'd rather go die (That's facts)
I seen posts where they drunk when they drive (What)
I seen posts that I couldn't describe (How)
I've had threats that were aimed at my life (Damn)
But they ain't getting banned so I'm wondering why (Fuck um)
Women half-naked and faking it stick and shaking it
But when I talk political they really ain't taking it (Fuck you AUX)
Drug, sex, guns, and the money is shaping it
Like an atheist, no need to pray, nobody's saving it (Nobody)
I could give you my storyline with pouring eyes
Have you feeling much more than mortified and torn aside (Boo hoo)
Through the hard times I found the good and I glorified
There's more to life than always looking down at the shorter side (That's facts)
Restricting my speech, privacy breach
Is it all because I said I think we need him impeached (Get out of here)
Decisions are made, they looking away
And they ain't even got the strength to look me right in my face (Fuck um)

Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
I ain't much of a fan (No way)
Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
Fuck you, I made it out of my ban (Haha)
Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
I ain't much of a fan (No way)
Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
Instagram, Instagram

If it wasn't for my music I would probably say fuck this (Fuck you)
Instagram, I had enough of your fuck shit (I've had enough)
Comment on his post, fuck bro, you gon' crush this
Spam got removed, got reviewed, they said tough shit (Really)
That's only partly what's irking me, say with certainty
The anger been burning me, my response is assertively
Can't be turning me, agendas that really will never work for me (No way)
I get it, you trying to say that you heard of me
My main source of promotion went into holding
From the second that I told myself I'm gonna expose him (I did)
They chose to open up the can of worms without really knowing
I chose to hold my cards and own them, but they want me to fold them
Is it my views (Is it my views)
What did I do (What did I do)
I don't have a clue (I don't have a clue)
What did I do (What did I do)
I'm feeling targeted
Boot me from the bargaining
I'm barging in and parking it
They're ither scared or every single one presenting Parkinson's
Skip around and never choose to pick up where they started it
The topic at the heart of it completely disregarded it

Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
I ain't much of a fan (No way)
Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
Fuck you, I made it out of my ban (Haha)
Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
I ain't much of a fan (No way)
Instagram, Instagram (Fuck you)
Instagram, Instagram



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Bushaw
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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