[Verse 1]
Yo, we ain't ever getting older, I ain't ever staying sober
Had this chip up on my shoulder
Since a kid I've been a stoner
I remember rolling weed up in the bathroom
Past noon in the smoke pit feelin' like I just can't lose
Fast forward here we are right now
Thousands of people in the crowd to watch it all go down
A couple haters on my back but they do not know how
To make the music that we make so they should all sit down
I tell them "hey, it's nice to meet you"
But you ain't really killin' shit quite like we do
So you can keep trying, all these guys are see-through
I was drownin' but I made it out of the water like seafood
And it's okay
Y'all are more noisy than snorting cocaine
Add more fuel to the fire, my rap name should be propane
So y'all can go on hating with you bitch ass
But I hold more weight than a gym rack
It's Merk
Chain smoking in the back seat of the range rover
Sipping grape soda with whiskey, I'm 'bout to take over
I stay hopeful, don't focus on all the hate no more
No longer friends with the people I had to say no to
Whatever trevor, that ain't even the issue
Inside my sleeve there's a pistol, you'll fall asleep when it hits you
When you wake up from your dream all you'll see is me in your window and the chances of you escaping are like leaving the friend zone
It's Merk
Yo, we ain't ever getting older, I ain't ever staying sober
Had this chip up on my shoulder
Since a kid I've been a stoner
I remember rolling weed up in the bathroom
Past noon in the smoke pit feelin' like I just can't lose
Fast forward here we are right now
Thousands of people in the crowd to watch it all go down
A couple haters on my back but they do not know how
To make the music that we make so they should all sit down
I tell them "hey, it's nice to meet you"
But you ain't really killin' shit quite like we do
So you can keep trying, all these guys are see-through
I was drownin' but I made it out of the water like seafood
And it's okay
Y'all are more noisy than snorting cocaine
Add more fuel to the fire, my rap name should be propane
So y'all can go on hating with you bitch ass
But I hold more weight than a gym rack
It's Merk
Chain smoking in the back seat of the range rover
Sipping grape soda with whiskey, I'm 'bout to take over
I stay hopeful, don't focus on all the hate no more
No longer friends with the people I had to say no to
Whatever trevor, that ain't even the issue
Inside my sleeve there's a pistol, you'll fall asleep when it hits you
When you wake up from your dream all you'll see is me in your window and the chances of you escaping are like leaving the friend zone
It's Merk
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