Baby I'm bad with you
But I don't really need a head to be loose with truth
Want a little bit of that from you
Cos I can't focus on my craft when I'm at the booth
And I been getting all these dms at my table
They asking questions bout my style and my labels
Like you make edm? That joke's a fucking fable
Pick it up and spit it back, soon it's gonna pay off
Middle finger to the labels that own men
No I ain't signing I ain't doing this for bands
You probably saying I'm a fake cos I'm on SVNSET
Got me fucked up cos a paper I ain't poked yet
And your main thing want me but I don't want her
Got one little baby I devote my love
And if you're chattering smack then just let me know my fault
If we ain't cool I'm willing to improve on it
I don't know what really hit me, I hope they fit
Catch me in they crib, I'm grinning, I'm fucking sick
And I'm sinning I ain't wishing, won't resubmit
Plus I'm always with my hippies I love 'em kill me
Yeah I'm in another species don't want beef
I'm not so easy to retrace like your lost keys
You can see me going crazy you won't evade me
Only saying what you mean when your speech bleeds
And I swear you'll never take any chances to make it better
Honestly she'd probably listen if you had something important to say
It's just we know that you not gon let her speak
And in past weeks I'd resort to phasing out of my setting for release
And I'm over it now
You think you're more than that
But it's been years since I felt this relieved
And all the smug talk
It compensates for everything you said that got me stuck lost
You don't wanna hear me maybe I should just stop talking
Plus you probably calling out my name now
I should have known
But I've always been sure
That you ain't know about my sound
You ain't know about this sound
Why you looking at me now
You done ran this to the ground
And we make mistakes cos we're young and we're stupid
But you've been a waste of time
I should have known
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