Текст песни
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by, still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own, here we go
Who the fuck want what with me
Im the best and Im never gon' say it reluctantly, I buck back finna bust the piece like fuck your peace of mind, the divine one under me
To tell you truth
I threw it away,
I hop out the booth
And into a grave
What good is a life
That don't know the price
Of doing it right
The proof blatant
I see your use is vacant
Father has you forsaken
I'll prolly be choosing favorites
A mockery made of my name
Be the final straw
Entertainment
Been falling off
Away go the rain, what a beautiful day,
Can I be my self what the people gon' say
PSA of the name what a shame see the face be afraid
Can I scratch my balls then give you a taste?
This point, that point. What a minimal take
A manly man, guns are on display
Jerk off to posters of Andrew Tate
Pew pew bam bam be the grand slam
I see green eggs but no ham
She so wet think I broke her dam
Leave her with a hunch back like Notre-Dame
Fish pot belly
Piss on her face like my name R. Kelly
Hold my nose cuz the pussy smelly
She miscarried! She miscarried it looked like jelly
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry, my face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own, here we go