Letras
Who says interludes have to be slow
It's like an interview I gotta know
I don't like to ridicule you're not my bro
Yeah we back in middle school I just have to grow
Woah hold up
More than I can handle
Holy fuck
Gotta love this sample
Walk into the club
Leaving with a camgirl
I grew up
Never took a handout
Forgetting all my friends
I'm talking to my demons
Focus on my feelings
Feeling so pathetic
Evils gonna deep in
But only if I let it
Inside I'm always screaming
Blame it on depression
My thoughts swirl around my brain
My god it's turning to paste
I can't go on with this pain
So I pretend that I'm fine
With a smile on my face
To cover up what's inside
With a bucket of paint and a brush
My thoughts swirl around my brain
My god it's turning to paste
I can't go on with this pain
So I pretend that I'm fine
With a smile on my face
To cover up what's inside
With a bucket of paint and a brush
I gotta Dino tatted on my arm
Tell me but I know I'm gonna go far
Horny like a rhino I'm getting too hard
Write Slow I know makin these bars
Haven't come far
But I'm proud of where I'm at
Going through the pain
While I'm writing all my raps
Call me Rosa Parks
Man you put me in back
Stab me in the back
Tell me that you're glad
Proud of how far I've come
Woah
Tell me you were there from the start
No
You wanna talk but I don't have the time
That's what I get when I been on my grind
I crave success so I'll take the bite
If you hate me then you have no life
Your girlfriend wanting some sex aye