[Verse 1]
Sick to my stomach, weather I spit or I piss or I vomit
I can't resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems
Honest, unfit for their comments, conjure some shit that I've pondered
Pompous Ass bitch, I can't bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor
I was dismissed in your squalor
I've been a sinner since singular digits
Everything I said that I would do, I did it
Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot
Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here's a skillet
I don't wanna hear another peep from you bitches
Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail
Running this clockwork until my feet fail
Peak till my face more pale than ski trails
Sick of them all overlooking me
Spit a raw flow, but I'm still overcooking beats
Bitch, I cut flows like it's butcher meat
Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet
Spit it, I live it, now, can you hoes dig it? I'm Booker T
Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips
Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus
[Chorus]
I don't feel like myself, I can't deal with myself as a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell, peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell
I don't feel like myself, I can't deal with myself as a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell, peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell
Sick to my stomach, weather I spit or I piss or I vomit
I can't resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems
Honest, unfit for their comments, conjure some shit that I've pondered
Pompous Ass bitch, I can't bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor
I was dismissed in your squalor
I've been a sinner since singular digits
Everything I said that I would do, I did it
Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot
Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here's a skillet
I don't wanna hear another peep from you bitches
Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail
Running this clockwork until my feet fail
Peak till my face more pale than ski trails
Sick of them all overlooking me
Spit a raw flow, but I'm still overcooking beats
Bitch, I cut flows like it's butcher meat
Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet
Spit it, I live it, now, can you hoes dig it? I'm Booker T
Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips
Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus
[Chorus]
I don't feel like myself, I can't deal with myself as a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell, peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell
I don't feel like myself, I can't deal with myself as a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell, peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell
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