[Intro: Scuare]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look man, yeah
[Chorus: Scuare]
Give me a reason to believe in what I do and I will give you-
*Sick of this shit I've been living, enough [?] getting it-*
-Anything you want me to and I will give you-
*I'm feeling I'm finishing, feeling lit, finna give-finna give-up-*
-Whatever floats your boat and I will give you, give you
Give you what you need from here on out and I will-
[Verse 1: Scuare]
Look, they say these dreams are made to chase
But what happens when they caught?
I've been steady tryna learn without the time to get taught
I just hope it's all a joke, so I've been searching for the punchline
But it's unkind when it comes time
The threads have begun to untie
I'm tongue tied, so I run by like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I'm too high for this shit
Fuck your life, I am it, No I'm not, I'm the same as
Forgot I'm the same as the life in this pot
Disconnected by the roots and unaffected by the truth
Uninterested in investments of intestines in his youth
I am only what you want of me, I'm only what you want of me
I'm only a reflection of the message that you've come to see
If you don't know, then you know now
I don't get low but I get down
Any tempo, rhyme go sick, put a monumento once we get loud
Get your shit out of your chest in a way you doubt with every breath
We don't need no pencils, fuck your test
Filling a bubble, the feeling of death, feeling the depth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look man, yeah
[Chorus: Scuare]
Give me a reason to believe in what I do and I will give you-
*Sick of this shit I've been living, enough [?] getting it-*
-Anything you want me to and I will give you-
*I'm feeling I'm finishing, feeling lit, finna give-finna give-up-*
-Whatever floats your boat and I will give you, give you
Give you what you need from here on out and I will-
[Verse 1: Scuare]
Look, they say these dreams are made to chase
But what happens when they caught?
I've been steady tryna learn without the time to get taught
I just hope it's all a joke, so I've been searching for the punchline
But it's unkind when it comes time
The threads have begun to untie
I'm tongue tied, so I run by like, "Aya-ya-ya"
I'm too high for this shit
Fuck your life, I am it, No I'm not, I'm the same as
Forgot I'm the same as the life in this pot
Disconnected by the roots and unaffected by the truth
Uninterested in investments of intestines in his youth
I am only what you want of me, I'm only what you want of me
I'm only a reflection of the message that you've come to see
If you don't know, then you know now
I don't get low but I get down
Any tempo, rhyme go sick, put a monumento once we get loud
Get your shit out of your chest in a way you doubt with every breath
We don't need no pencils, fuck your test
Filling a bubble, the feeling of death, feeling the depth
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