Gatekeeper

[Intro: Bladee & Thaiboy Digital] (Night calling) Drain my blood, man Hospital, man (Wake up, F1LTHY) Whole lot of Drain shit, man (You fuckboy) Fuck me like you're leaving You're the only reason my heart's beating Heart racing uneven, pulse speeding Your boyfriend is a lame, I could be him Fuck me like you're leaving Fuck me like you got no—, got no feelings Sinking feeling, wishing I was dreaming I'm a keychain on your hook, just reel in [Verse 1: Bladee] Dog daycare, D&G choker Night-goer, I'm a kush-blower Pop out like a gopher, move over Count it like a coder One, two, three, four, five, six, it's over Ecco pull up in a Rover, I'ma show her I've been playing with my nose, uh, now my nose hurt I'ma hit a home run, I'm a striker I don't like her, I hate her I'm just playin', yeah, I love her But it's sad 'cause we don't like each other We don't go together Fuck it, I don't do this I'ma move past it I'ma move past it, I got it Drain Gang, I got dirty tricks, street magician You're not on my level so we can't do competition I miss him, yeah, R.I.P. Barron, yeah, I miss him I know we would be getting turnt in the second Bless him, take it all to the chin, a lesson Drain Gang, I feel like we the new One Direction Thaiboy, yeah, I said it twice, free Thaiboy I don't want to be associated with you rappers [Chorus: Bladee] Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith [Verse 2: Bladee] I don't know 'bout you, but me, I fiend that darkness Sleep-sleepwalking, burn my fucking carcass I know they hating on the low, I caught it Hole in my head, I'm tryna find out who God is Baby, you're a goddess, you're flawless I'm smoking cabbage, you're smoking on that garbage Fuck being an artist, I still will go the hardest You a worker, I see your ass at Target [Chorus: Bladee] Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith