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Lyrics:
Dear Rap let’s take a walk so you and I can have a little talk
Word is you ain’t doing well well I’ll be damned that makes two of us
I made plans for the two of us fuck a minivan I want a tour bus
Oh you don’t want that, you’re through with us??
How bout I kill us both bet that’d blew us up
I mean blow us up I’m screwing up like every day I’m rude as fuck
To the wrong people like I’ve gone evil think I harbor demons that’s true as fuck
Who would joke on that? You’re a joke on tracks, you’d get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y’all don’t even know half the shit I wrote on tracks, but time’ll tell well shit least I’m hoping that
Now these pricks want a dollar I ain’t wrote em back
And these chicks wanna holla I ain’t wrote em back
But please forgive me I’ve been busy taking romantic walks down railroad tracks… Aaah!!
Now I lost my train of thought
Walking aimlessly in this trailer park
And no I ain’t in 8 Mile
And no I ain’t wearing no painted smile
He sounds like NF but’s saying MF a effing lot was that a effing shot?
Well I don’t effing know but I’m the next to blow so kiss my ass bitch XO
All my ex’s know I’m the nicest guy til you cross the line then the white in my eyes
Goes pitch black and I black out and that’s not rap bitch that’s life
That’s last night that’s every day I’m a basket case bout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook tags my name in shit
You dropped a song… Wow congratulations
I don’t give a fuck I don’t listen to it I don’t rap to make fucking friends bitch
I don’t rap to make fucking ends bitch I rap my life until it fucking ends bitch
Wow you got issues yea no shit they been saying that since a snot nose
Taken every test but they do not know what the fucks wrong so I jot flows
Then I jot more like a lot more behind locked doors only God knows
Thoughts I hold but do not expose tie a knot in ropes by adios
Now I lost my way in life
I say I am but I ain’t alright
How I’m supposed to be a role model?
When I don’t read my own Bible
No way ain’t another motherfucker like me
Go away I don’t give a fuck if y’all like me
Don’t play show up to your show like fight me
Bite me y’all already do it when I’m writing
Ok I am all done with being silent
Ok either that or I’ma get violent
Foreplay fuck that I’ma just dive in
Cuz I’ve been quiet a long fucking time man
And I ain’t gonna wait no more I ain’t gotta make no more
Music got enough piled up I could make a store
And you ain’t gonna take no more cuz I ain’t gonna take no more
Fuckshit done with these crumbs on my plate no more
Mr. Nice Guy I been calm long enough
Don’t believe me feel free to call my bluff
But believe me ya need to call 911
So police on the scene cuz I don’t run
Y’all don’t want no fucking part of me the art I bleed is arguably the heart that needs
To start to beat for y’all to see that hard emcees are not deceased just call on Mesus
Cuz I been sent here to save rap cuz the grave has it’s grip on it
Shit I mean it’s grip on you for a minute I forgot who I’s talking to
Cuz lately I’ve had chats with God
About these voices but they haven’t stopped
Can’t tell if it’s helping to rap or not
I guess I’ll know when the album drops
