[Chorus: King Yosef]
Talk shit with that foot in your mouth
Shit ain’t easy when you see they got you all figured out
Mother fuckers want to pry in my life
I’m full to the brim with nothing but strife
Talking shit with that foot in your mouth
Shit ain’t easy when you see they got you all figured out
Fuck your thoughts
[Verse 1: King Yosef]
Tired of fuckers prying at my life
Yeah, I’m sick to my stomach
Yeah, you’re filling me with spite
No room, just to talk your shit
I’m tired of fuckers intervening
When they don’t know how to live
Eat shit
Keep your nose out of our business
Talk shit
When I know you’re barely living
Give up
On that chance to pry apart
You’re alone in your misery
Sitting in the dark
Fuck, yeah
Talk shit with that foot in your mouth
Shit ain’t easy when you see they got you all figured out
Mother fuckers want to pry in my life
I’m full to the brim with nothing but strife
Talking shit with that foot in your mouth
Shit ain’t easy when you see they got you all figured out
Fuck your thoughts
[Verse 1: King Yosef]
Tired of fuckers prying at my life
Yeah, I’m sick to my stomach
Yeah, you’re filling me with spite
No room, just to talk your shit
I’m tired of fuckers intervening
When they don’t know how to live
Eat shit
Keep your nose out of our business
Talk shit
When I know you’re barely living
Give up
On that chance to pry apart
You’re alone in your misery
Sitting in the dark
Fuck, yeah
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