Lyrics

Oh shit I think I'm really about to level up XP overload lately So if god lets me overdose, bury me in a landfill Or put my ashes inside of a trashed Pepsi cup That's the price I should pay if these bastards get in my dream's way and I let them mess me up I'm so close, I'm hitting the goal post They post goals on their Instagram but they're post-goals cause they've given up Damn Old soul but the kid in him still raps with enough passion to fill a boatload minimum Bro won't give it up And back in my day, I'd run and hide from my fucking problems Now shits changed And I'm facing off with them with my boys and alcohol bottles Keep bottling so much shit up, I'm bound to explode Like Yeezy after the opioids, tell TMZ to lock up their doors and windows Tried to make girls my Kim Kardashian When that didn't work, I ditched them and left their ass face flat in the dirt Wasn't strong enough to move on without hurting them so I apologize Part of me tried to hold on but the other was like Stop that God damn She's not that into me Popped xans but all that did was make me feel weak So fuck that and fuck the typical rap shit, this not little league Don't think they're really ready Don't think they're really ready Stop that God damn She's not that into me Popped xans but all that did was make me feel weak So fuck that and fuck your empty compliments, they mean shit to me Don't think they really get me Don't think they really get me For a moment you thought I actually cared about your fucking bullshit Gave a shit about your stories Instagram and Vsco glory If I did, then maybe I would be boring Pedal to the metal, I'm flooring down the forty while I down another twelve ounces Paul Walker rolling over in his grave You're always early But I never come late Eat what's on your plate Imma swerve in my own lane motherfucker Stop that God damn She's not that into me Popped xans but all that did was make me feel weak So fuck that and fuck the typical rap shit, this not little league Don't think they're really ready Don't think they're really ready Stop that God damn She's not that into me Popped xans but all that did was make me feel weak So fuck that and fuck your empty compliments, they mean shit to me Don't think they really get me Don't think they really get me Never ran away from a problem In fact, I actually chase them I love being challenged so much, I get revaccinated People wanna know where I'm going next and what path I'm taking I might lose my mind if they ask me again, decapitation Cause if I knew, I'd be there already That's just the way I am like Shady I want something then I take it But I don't take shit back Like fuck how they react bitch That don't change the way we acting I know geniuses are crazy first hand Cause I'm a maniac Stop that God damn She's not that into me Stop that God damn She's not that into me Stop that God damn She's not that into me Don't think they're really ready Don't think they're really ready Stop that God damn She's not that into me Stop that God damn She's not that into me Stop that God damn She's not that into me Don't think they're really ready Don't think they're really ready Stop that God damn She's not that into me Popped xans but all that did was make me feel weak So fuck that and fuck the typical rap shit, this not little league Don't think they're really ready Don't think they're really ready Stop that God damn She's not that into me Popped xans but all that did was make me feel weak So fuck that and fuck your empty compliments, they mean shit to me Don't think they really get me Don't think they really get me
Writer(s): Wyatt Cole-pavey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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