Lyrics
Say hi to my old friend
I been tryna kick him out, he still come round now and then
He sleeps on my couch and he spends all of my dowry
Wastin all my pounds on these grams and these ounces
Whenever my senses numb he sense it and he pounces
Pullin on my strings like a little blue mouse and
Makes me look a mess to my beloved and my accountant
Sellin all my ETH on B2B to snout it
Can't he cut it out?
I do way better without him
"Doubt.
What's an Eminem without Slim?""
Bounce! Leave me alone I'm writing
I'm tryna be sick with the pen you make my fuckin mind sick
"Order us a gram it's just us we'll keep it private"
You know that's never fuckin true, Monday I'll be fuckin blue
Photoshoppin statements, tell my girl that this lie's the truth
"But ain't feel gravy shootin babies in that foreign dude?"
Bitch maybe but never the morning after
Can't you lay up off my back and sack and my income?
"You were born to die, you're a felon live like one"
By the way you run your mouth like you ran out of 5 gum
"We hate gum, idiot"
Yeah I know, I'm just tryna creatively tell how and just why you should fuck off
"You ain't in charge, act like Giannis and get get them Bucks on"
I'm still in charge til the hook's on
"Good lord, smell that like bass like petro-leum
I live hard, put my body put my body in the Smithsoseum
This shit's hard got me Wladimir Klitscho leanin
I'm big gone, where's my card know that bitch want a BM"
Shits fucked
Feeling like the body's at the limit
Up for four days stimming shouldn't feel like I'm running thru the motions
I been happy for a hours sleep like it's normal
How is this the same kid that fuckin wrote Coastin
In my villain arc, guess I didn't die a hero
All those drug talks at school ain't leave a dent
I create my own luck my homie went to Harvard
I'm fallin off a barstool, but you don't get the crux
"Motherfuckers had to wake me up
Why you stir the bear I already thought I was done
Ain't even wanna rap but these rappers beg me for lunch
You can't be satisfied with the bread and that fruit punch?
Facts is, you drank the Kool aid
You got gassed off outclay and forgot what it's outbay
Whend you get so corporate? Member when we used to think commercial stars would wipe the floor with us
Maybe it's still true for you"
"Good lord, smell that like bass like petro-leum
I live hard, put my body put my body in the Smithsoseum
This shit's hard got me Wladimir Klitscho leanin
I'm big gone, where's my card know that bitch want a BM"
"Good lord, smell that like bass like petro-leum
I live hard, put my body put my body in the Smithsoseum
This shit's hard got me Wladimir Klitscho leanin
I'm big gone, where's my card know that bitch want a BM"
William Phillips
O/B/O DistroKid