Turn my sound up, lemme bitcrush in your face
Put my rounds up, we are not one in the same
I'm a heater, I make good beats and all that
No participation trophy for a gold plaque (hey!)
He said my melodies are scuffed but what's the issue?
I could rough em up and leave him folded like my tissues
He gon' drive around top down and flaunt the new bruise
Sell the pic on eBay for a million cuz I'm that dude
A'int nobody messin' with me
Lonely just me and my dreams
And another day goes by
Yet another day goes by
She looked me in my eyes and told me what i hate to hear
I guess I never really counted on another year
And I really feel bad this time
Too many messes I never try to clean up
Too many windows I never really rub down
Man I just-
Man I just wanna back down
Man I just wanna feel sound again
And not like synths and waves
Life been turning circles vinyl colored in a purple haze
Come back home we'll play some 45s
I swear to god that I won't cut you off another time
A'int nobody messin' with me
Lonely just me and my dreams
And another day goes by
Yet another day goes by
She looked me in my eyes and told me what i hate to hear
I guess I never really counted on another year
And I really feel bad this time