Lyrics
Shoutout Hayku
And haikus
And all the shitty poems that I wrote in high school
Set a couple little goals, bet they turn to typhoon
That's the butterfly effect, used to cut inside my flesh
Had a butter knife on deck, and on my bloody thighs I'd rest
That was nineteen, high-speed, and headed for disaster
Now I'm nine clean, wiped clean, gettin' steady past it
She always wanna bite me, like every other rapper, shit
Pass that spliff, I'm immaculate, mad insecure kids
Spit sticks and stones
100 Pounds light, I'm a stick and I'm stoned
I could never give a fuck what you think that you're owed
Imma make a million bucks, pay the shit that I owe
I could never give a fuck about the shit I was told
I had A&Rs at 18, ghosted 'em and stayed me
They just wanna buy my catalog, auction off, 'cause they hate me
I'm young and independent
Just a wonder with a pen and they all want what they can't get
It's on my tongue, it's in a pendant, I am something, fuck a guessing game
Labels just some baby hedge funds, take some talented kids
Make bets on them fumbling, getting passively rich, shit
I think music's a monogamous bitch
And I know industry fucks are all monopoly pigs
Keep it simple for the dummies
You can't love music if you love the money
You can't love music if you love the money
You can't love music if you love the money
You can't love, can't love music if you love the money
And they all actin' mummy, wanna keep it under wraps
Ain't no actin' from me, they gon' love me from the raps
I'm in love with fucking rapping, they know I ain't hunting racks
But I still wanna bag a buck
Buy a house down, no payments, I don't ask for much
Me and my boo both saving, we gon' add it up
And Imma hang some Bosch paintings for a natural touch
I got a knack for something they don't value much, listen
You can't love music if you love the money
You can't love music if you love the money
You can't love music if you love the money