[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I constantly get the feelin' that Satan watchin' me
Nice stroll on a quest for a soul, probably
But luckily I gave him mines a long time ago
Fuck you expect when child's momma and father gone
But truthfully I ain't got no life, a lifeline my brain's dead
Strobe lights gleam as I dance with the devil
Ski mask and a shovel, the Grim Reaper, dig deeper
Into my mind tryna figure where I'm comin' from
Hell's basement, my bloodshed on gray pavement
Tryna meet death I guess, but shit I hate waitin'
Not only do I hate God but I hate Satan
Such a hater, I despise how I hate hatred
It's kinda dumb I see, but school was never fun for me
So I brought a gun with me, got tired of them fuckin' with me
So if Christ got a problem he can come and get me
And I got a sword for his side if he think he slick
To tell the truth I blame him for the mood switches
Guns for your gods and a noose for the cute bitches
I see you looking at me
Your smile is more disgusting than you wantin' to fuck
But still it makes me happy
Because what else I got?
[Bridge: Mike G]
Everything that you deserve
My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words
The fame is secondary, because Washington was first
I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth
Ugh, yeah
What more could you ask for?
They gave up on me, I wish you would have told me that before
I gave you everything, what more could you ask for?
Except for all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour
I constantly get the feelin' that Satan watchin' me
Nice stroll on a quest for a soul, probably
But luckily I gave him mines a long time ago
Fuck you expect when child's momma and father gone
But truthfully I ain't got no life, a lifeline my brain's dead
Strobe lights gleam as I dance with the devil
Ski mask and a shovel, the Grim Reaper, dig deeper
Into my mind tryna figure where I'm comin' from
Hell's basement, my bloodshed on gray pavement
Tryna meet death I guess, but shit I hate waitin'
Not only do I hate God but I hate Satan
Such a hater, I despise how I hate hatred
It's kinda dumb I see, but school was never fun for me
So I brought a gun with me, got tired of them fuckin' with me
So if Christ got a problem he can come and get me
And I got a sword for his side if he think he slick
To tell the truth I blame him for the mood switches
Guns for your gods and a noose for the cute bitches
I see you looking at me
Your smile is more disgusting than you wantin' to fuck
But still it makes me happy
Because what else I got?
[Bridge: Mike G]
Everything that you deserve
My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words
The fame is secondary, because Washington was first
I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth
Ugh, yeah
What more could you ask for?
They gave up on me, I wish you would have told me that before
I gave you everything, what more could you ask for?
Except for all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!