[Part I: Burnin Bridges]
[Intro: Quadeca]
Feels like yesterday
You were just a face
Never thought to ask
Why I was bleeding on the way
[Chorus: Quadeca]
Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed (Goddamn)
Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest (Yeah)
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left (Uh-huh)
The more they try to prove they worth, the more I'm unimpressed (For real)
I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fuckin' left (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Quadeca]
I'm a livin' anomaly, givin' you all of me (Hoo)
Wanna be the villain? That's a simple philosophy, hold up
Suffocatin', get your grimaces off of me, don't touch (Fragile, what?)
Ain't no label on the box
Ain't got a label, I just labeled me the boss
I ain't got no premium Snap (What?)
But they still wanna pay me for my thoughts (Ahaha)
I just brought my own fuckin' seat to the table
They like, "Hey, are you saving me a spot?"
You'd be lucky if I gave you a response
Bitch, I'm busy, so I basically forgot (Uh-huh)
'Cause I got to write a million tweets to really compete
Ironic, when you're livin' a dream, you can't afford a fuckin' minute of sleep
I think I count about a million sheep
I'll never be really complete, even if I fill up an arena with a million seats
It's like ten or zero
When some people talk, they like, "Ben a hero"
Others refuse to acknowledge my music entirely, I call 'em Ben Shapiro
Uh, okay, now this is epic
You talkin' shit? That's a bit pathetic
I cut off all of my friends more easily than YouTube vloggers doing quick cut edits
[Intro: Quadeca]
Feels like yesterday
You were just a face
Never thought to ask
Why I was bleeding on the way
[Chorus: Quadeca]
Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed (Goddamn)
Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest (Yeah)
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left (Uh-huh)
The more they try to prove they worth, the more I'm unimpressed (For real)
I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fuckin' left (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Quadeca]
I'm a livin' anomaly, givin' you all of me (Hoo)
Wanna be the villain? That's a simple philosophy, hold up
Suffocatin', get your grimaces off of me, don't touch (Fragile, what?)
Ain't no label on the box
Ain't got a label, I just labeled me the boss
I ain't got no premium Snap (What?)
But they still wanna pay me for my thoughts (Ahaha)
I just brought my own fuckin' seat to the table
They like, "Hey, are you saving me a spot?"
You'd be lucky if I gave you a response
Bitch, I'm busy, so I basically forgot (Uh-huh)
'Cause I got to write a million tweets to really compete
Ironic, when you're livin' a dream, you can't afford a fuckin' minute of sleep
I think I count about a million sheep
I'll never be really complete, even if I fill up an arena with a million seats
It's like ten or zero
When some people talk, they like, "Ben a hero"
Others refuse to acknowledge my music entirely, I call 'em Ben Shapiro
Uh, okay, now this is epic
You talkin' shit? That's a bit pathetic
I cut off all of my friends more easily than YouTube vloggers doing quick cut edits
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