Nobody Knows

[Intro - Hi-Rez] *weird mouth sounds* Rekstarr waddup Kyle waddup [Hook - Kyle Dion] My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking Which way to go, money and fame man Nobody knows , nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Oh oh [Verse 1 - Hi-Rez] Psychologists, Xanax, Nike Air Max's I go in and I bloody every record like it's Tampex Mail it out like Anthrax, all in her guts like Zantac Fuck costs for paying taxes, white boy with his pants sag Drugs in my backpack, i'll rob you with a bank mask 5-0 I better act fast, Thinking hella' abstract Held by extra terrestrial, still heterosexual I'm just trying to get up in shorties pie like a decimal Signed to a label, but i'm still broke as fuck Oh my god you're Mack Miller, psht shit close enough Drinking beer, prescription popping, with no plan on stopping Fuck the motherfucking government, middle finger to cops Look i don't know you, I don't trust you I don't owe you nothing fuck you You better get out my face before i pull out this knife and cut you Polo shirt, polo draw ill ride up on a polo horse You kinda look like the future bitch that i plan to divorce Ima' fuck you, ima' duck you, i'll probably say i love you This remind me of the time up in the closet with my uncle My life is falling apart, i'm stuck in the fucking dark I wish a hater would fucking shoot me or stab me up in the heart Bitch [Hook - Kyle Dion] My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking Which way to go, money and fame man Nobody knows , nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Oh oh [Verse 2 - Hi-Rez] Temptation, bitches, impatiens, women I'm tryina' pray to god but i feel like he don't listen Couple stacks on the chain, lot of money lot of pain Someone tell me that i'm not, cause i think i'm going insane Psychiatrists, doctors, watch them Meet the Fockers While the feed me random medicine and give me random shots Ain't nobody knows me, i wonder if this wrote news On the ceiling fan can hold me, Maybe i should hold you Becoming an alcoholic, drinking more than usual Fuck - being a rapper, what the fuck looked cool to you Everybody using you, people trying to shoot at you I caught an STD from these groupies, this life is beautiful Familiar shit is big and strange and strange shit is familiar Everything you love will fucking one day end up killing ya I guarantee they lying to you if they say they feeling ya Someone pass the cough syrup homie cause i'm ill as fuck [Hook - Kyle Dion] My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking Which way to go, money and fame man Nobody knows , nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, no no nahhh Nobody knows My moneys mixed up into man what the fucking Which way to go, money and fame man Nobody knows , nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, He wants to fuck with you Good loving sex with you, man that's the set that's true Nobody knows, nobody knows man Nobody knows, nobody knows man Oh oh