Testo Am - Crush
Testo della canzone Am (Crush), tratta dall'album Act Two
Home don't exist 'cause I'm fuckin' around
Hear me drive by, get high 'cause I'm bumpin' it loud
See me float high and die like I'm fucked by the clown
My tracks fatter in England so I can make me some pounds
Like, yo
Been tryna say shit honestly
Bitches throwin' fits with an ounce of hypocrisy
And it's borin' done logically
That's why I'm makin' rounds sayin' "fuck you" melodically
Fast lane speedin' like Oddisee
I ain't fuckin' takin' paper 'less it's printed all in green
I'll just coat my dick in some listerine
Then maybe when you're finished blowin' me your fuckin' mind is clean
Don't know why? Try to guess which dick is mine
Using pictures bright shinin' hangin' on a fishin' line
Tips are tied to it's own side of the room while they bitch and whine
I'm chillin' like a villain might as well be fuckin' sippin' whine
They can't decide, they must feel like shit inside
Biggest size is in plain sight and hidin' like it's dipped in dye
C'mon, standin' out is my shit, you guys
Y'all can keep the bitches spittin' lies for your shitty life
Dope I am, spittin' all these flows I am
A toke, a gram, trade it for a closer fam
Cope with bland, tried to but I broke my hand
So don't just stand there with your hopeless plan
Broken man, Stars wanted his nose in sand
No home is grand, I'm movin' while I grow my fans
Smoke your brand, your music is a joke my man
Don't gotta tell me I'm great, I fuckin' know I am, bitch
Please, Bee, stop with the pissing
Worthless shitty lyrics out on your IG
Stay quiet nicely, no one pays you mind
See it's hard to care when all you talk about is that you're dikey
"Just do it," Nike must've been on your mind
When no one knew if I would survive all those oxies
Kinda toxic, rich comin' from me
I never wished you dead, just got head in front of Roxy
Well fuck that noise
That's why I left, I'm better than a teen exploit
I ain't tryna rest until I own some new toys
I would keep my friends if I don't end up so annoyed, shit
Another nut, tell the boys
Tell the bitch to run, love's not a part of success
I can't say too much, I'm just out here tryna finesse
Couldn't give a fuck if I suck now, I'll end up the best
Gold I am, hitting all these hoes I am
Fuck your man, he's flatterin', still pitter patterin'
Sadly been out of it 'cause I'm out of thoughts
Mad as shit, couldn't even cheer me up with thots
Worry not, fuck that, my mind is lost
But the grind don't stop if I don't stop
The game will stay waitin' for the up I caught
Make a career out of doing what the fuck I want
(Hello?)
(Hello?)
(Can you still hear me?)
(Buck?)
(Hello? Dude?)
(Buck)
(Are you fucking)
(Buck?)
(Can- hello?)
(Did the call dro)
(It says the call's still on)
(Buck)
(Oh, fuckin' perfect... great, yeah...)
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Writer(s): Matthew Culver
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