Illuminati Confirmed James, the Younger

You know
I heard no one ever talks about the days before

Come through
Nose up
Always fucking fending

No call
All stress
Always look defeated
(yeah they all at my door)
Always looking
Like you fucking depressed
(and its always bout drugs)
I don’t need that
Me I stick and compress
(and they want all my dogs)

I don’t need the fucking bullshit
Always rolling with the fucking cruel shit
(send it away)
I don’t need your fucking cool shit
Nah I don’t need your fucking crew shit
(yeah i send it away)
I don’t dig your execution
Time for me to execute it
(send it away)
Look how I’m doing this putrid
Look how I’m doing this true shit
(yeah i'm here to stay)