PROD. ME

CHOOSING TO BE AN ARTIST IS A MENTAL ILLNESS
I'M PROBABLY GONNA QUIT MAKING MUSIC SOON
I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
I PLAYED THIS SONG ON TOUR A LOT

I SMOKE FREEBASE CRACK LIKE HUNTER BIDEN

LYRICS:

SAID I DON'T GET ONLINE AND ASK YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU FIGHT
THEY DECIDE
I SIT BACK AND STACK MY FUCKING VOCAL TRACK
CATCH YOU RIGHT OUTSIDE I'M ON THIS BUS FOR FUCKING 25
THEY DECIDE
IF I EVER SEE THE DAY I'M 25

WHY WOULD I SPEND ANY TIME ON MAKING WHAT I THINK YOU WANT
I CAME OUT TO STAND ON TOP HIS NECK JUST LIKE A FUCKING COP
I KEEP WISHING DEATH ON ALL MY FRIENDS AND I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP
I CAN'T EVEN TAKE MYSELF TO BED BECAUSE HE NEED TO ROT

I KNOW WHERE I'M FUCKING UP AND WHERE I GOT MY SHIT ON LOCK
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING WANT
MAYBE YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE I WORK AND NOW THEY GIVE A FUCK
SORRY THAT YOU FEEL LIKE I'M YOUR ENEMY I'M REALLY NOT

TELL ME IF YOU HEAR IT IN MY VOICE THAT I'M NOT FEELING RIGHT
I BEEN UP FOR HOURS AT THIS POINT SO IT'S ON FUCKING SIGHT
I GIVE UP ON MUSIC ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME FUCKING FIGHT
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I EVEN WANTED SO I REALLY MIGHT

I COULD TALK TO EVERY SINGLE FRIEND AND I STILL FEEL ALONE
I PUT EVERY PART OF WHO I AM AND I GOT NONE TO SHOW
I SPEND EVERY DAY IMPRESSING PEOPLE I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
IF I COULD I'D FUCKING DISAPPEAR THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED THOUGH

I KNOW PEOPLE THINK I GOT IT SET DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THAT
WORRY 'BOUT MY FRIENDS JUST LIKE I CARE THEN I DON'T CALL THEM BACK
I CAN'T EVEN WALK OUTSIDE 'CAUSE NOTHING MAKE ME HAPPY, BET
TELL YOUR FRIENDS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET

FUCK YOUR EXPECTATIONS, ANTI-MEDICATED PIECE OF SHIT
WHY WOULD I DESERVE IT ALL I EVER DID WAS FUCKING BITCH
EASIER IT'S SAID THAN DONE BUT WISH I MAKE YOU FUCKING SICK
SHIT DON'T REALLY MATTER THAT'S 'CAUSE NOTHING EVER

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

I be dealing with proclivities,
That really hinder my abilities,
I know I got more capabilities,
But I fall short and I repeat history,
What do I call forth life can be slippery,
I know I ball for the one who won victory,
I got my faith so there's no foul for the injury,
I gotta get up and go he gotta deliver me,
All of em unsaved the still like some kin to me,
All of em unnamed they fall into sin with me,
This for all my people that feel like they just epitome,
He is not done with you this is my epiphany,
I was coolin with the satanic imagery,
Backstab industry,
Underground ministry,
Now I walk a little differently,
Body in the trinity,
The devil cannot get to me,
Tell em get behind me,
Tell em, 
Tell em,
Tell em get behind me,   
Tell em get behind me,
Tell em, 
Tell em,
Tell em get behind me,   
Tell em get behind me,
Tell em,
Tell em,
Tell em get behind me
Ima see you when I get there,
hell nah hell nah yall know where to find me,
Adonai callin up on yo name,
Please help me convey what I gotta say,
This apple don't taste that good anyway,
Anyway I been feelin some type of way,
My free will is a funny thing I still try to do all of this my way,
I know there's power inside yo name,
And these principalities they feel the same,
Andale,
Andale,
Release the prophecy,
Soon as you can we got world wide hypocrisy,
Black Rock and Vanguard they own all the company's,
Shut down the country cause they want some money we,
Sodom and Gomorrah be thinkin its funny,
Lovers of ourselves like needles to junky's,
They say this an accident we all just monkeys,
Yo faith in a theory and mandated studies,
I'm tellin em,
Tell em get behind me,
Tell em, 
Tell em,
Tell em get behind me,   
Tell em get behind me,
Tell em, 
Tell em,
Tell em get behind me,   
Tell em get behind me,
Tell em,
Tell em,
Tell em get behind me
Ima see you when I get there,
hell nah hell nah yall know where to find me.

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