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[Intro: Joba] I'm a bad boy, bad habits If I want it, I got to have it Plus I'm paranoid, can't stand it I've been damaged, but I didn't grab it I'm a bad boy, bad habits If I want it, I got to have it Plus I'm paranoid, can't stand it I've been damaged, but I didn't grab it [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] I spit my heart out, lookin' out for my best interests He gave me good head, peepin' out while the windows tinted I speak in tongues and I arrive without a damn mention It's kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and 1999 the only year that I remember I slip through the cracks without havin' a damn temper I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin' I say shit when I rap and y'all niggas barely listen I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen? I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin' disappearin' I'm payin' bills for my sister and tryna fund her business Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas? You know like closet niggas, masc-type Why don't you take that mask off? That's the thought I had last night "Why you always rap about bein' gay?" (bitch) 'Cause not enough niggas rap and be gay (bitch) Where I come from, niggas get called "faggot" and killed So I'ma get head from a nigga right here And they can come and cut my hand off and, and my legs off and And I'ma still be a boss 'til my head gone, yeah [Verse 2: Ameer Vann] I don't trust nobody 'cause they don't deserve it Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' dirty I got my hand on an ounce, so now I got money servin' I just bought me a fifth and now I'm speedin', swervin' I took an eighth of them shrooms, now I've been hearin' voices I took like two of them pills, I can't remember nothing I ain't under control, I'm losin' motor function I need an intervention, I need an exorcism I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction It's very scary, my momma don't even recognize me I'm goin' crazy, don't need nobody to say they love me My acts of desperation, I'm on an empty stomach So fuck the consequences, I ain't runnin' from them [Verse 3: Dom McLennon] I don't think the monsters ever left my bedroom I been hiding in the closet, outta legroom I don't know if that little somethin' ever helped you All I know is I can't trust what's in my head too I been running from the words I never said to ya I been duckin' all the judgement, let me say it through ya I was fighting till they said I can't defend you All I know is I'm the one you should've stepped to Uh, no hands with the stunts Jump off the roof like I do what I want All of my life in my past wanna haunt And my sight of the future beginning to taunt my ambition Man on the moon, I'm marooned, I ain't trippin' I'm on a mission Every time that I speak they ain't skippin' Turned my inspiration to a vision, that's a given, no slippin' [Verse 4: Matt Champion] My mom's no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows Love her to death and soon enough I'll give back all I borrowed I took some steps to be a bigger person I should've thrown ya off the highway to cars swerving Ain't no burden, ain't no sermon, ain't no motherfuckin' plaque I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike But don't treat lady right, but they be sayin' like And, yeah, you mad 'cause she ain't fuck, mad 'cause she ain't suck Beat your ass before you got time to say "why not?" Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up Where the respect? Is your ass human? I look you in your eyes, say "fuck you, are you fuckin' stupid?" Respect my mother, 'spect my sister, 'spect these women, boy I get my 9-9, I don't own one, hit the store to blow your brains off Better hope my aim off, better hope the range off Better hope my tame off before I blow your brains off, boy [Outro: Joba] Bad people knockin' on my door, they don't see me Been screaming at the wall, nobody hear me There's two parts of me, one disagrees with the other I switch sides like I'm undercover Bad people knockin' on my door, they don't see me Been screaming at the wall, nobody hear me There's two parts of me, one disagrees with the other I switch sides like I'm undercover
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