Summer Wars

Lyrics

Swear to God
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 I let my CRT flicker, sip liqour and smoke
 I wrang out my self-doubt and let it drip from my quotes
 You live and you croak
 You laughing but it isn't a joke
 You fuckers really ask for it
 When you get it you choke
 I'm posting up inside my living room
 Hop in my party
 Sunny D inside the fridge
 Watching iCarly
 Getting gnarly from the back of the bus
 Hoe, my movements too clean
 So don't be dabbing me up
 Oh, I don't know nobody dirtier than hobo bodies
 Fuck with me
 I don't like you rapping cats
 Who want it fast and want it free
 Want it bitch
 You should come to me
 Tightroping chasm drops
 You never seen an earthquake
 But you might quote its aftershocks
 Tell me why I'm spazzing
 Block my Twitter for the culture
 Have me on your podcast
 To interview a vulture
 Let these lames smoulder
 Hard-headed, brain boulder
 I don't like your lame quotas
 Suck my dick from the back, you bitch
 Making all these games come alive for me
 They never break it down the same
 I leave the skies empty
 I set the pace
 I set the roles
 I set the minds at ease
 The shit I make is better than gold
 Y'all can't confide in me
 For how long?
 It's that liquid hentai
 Eccentric and fly
 Bitch, I'm your senpai
 The fence high
 But it's better to climb
 I don't lament times
 I bend rhymes with exceptional might
 Despite my dead eyes
 I spend time with intention to fight
 I got that low for the low
 Keep you high for the night
 Keep your toes off the floor
 Keep your eyes off the time
 Like, we could be doing
 Anything else in the world
 We could do it
 Anything but this
 But that would be stupid
 My energy cards plenty
 My memory cards broken
 Chest was once emptied
 I'll never be heartbroken
 Goals fade into blurs
 Out of a sharp focus
 Gold plated herbs
 Part magic and part doja
 That do excel
 This city's got a putrid smell
 A ghoulish hell suited well for its elusive shell
 Straight out of Loserville
 With an excuse to lose myself
 Manoeuvre well
 Disillusioned by my bluest spells
 Making all these games come alive for me
 They never break it down the same
 I leave the skies empty
 I set the pace
 I set the roles
 I set the minds at ease
 The shit I make is better than gold
 Y'all can't confide in me
 For how long?
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:25
Key
10
Tempo
150 BPM

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