SOMETHING CHANGED IN TEXAS

[Intro: Kevin Abstract]

Oooh, way, oooh, way

I know you don't fuck with me

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

Somethin' changed in Texas, guess I missed the message

Look, I missed my exit, I'm living like a Jetson

I was broke and desperate, leanin' on my best friends

Only shot callers I was around was bartendin'

Ain't no love in this game, mama, this is not tennis

Take your shoes off, we just did the carpeting

I can the take the hatin', I can take the praisin'

It's all noise to me, I'll turn into Satan

Y'all stuck in The Matrix

Red pill, blue pill, all these diffеrent faces

All thesе different cases, shit, y'all done seen me naked

So I'ma wear what I want now and I ain't finna fake it

Thank God I made it, thank God I seen God last summer

I was standing on the bridge, I seen all y'all under me

Know you are struggling, niggas out here juggling

Losin' jobs was losing God, then everything is tumbling

Feel heaven rumbling, the rapture is coming

I love the attention, I'm a bastard in public

I still struggle with tellin' my mom who I'm in love with

Subtleties in between, way these diamonds gleam

When Thanksgiving come around, I still don't see 'em

When Christmas come around, nigga, I still don't see 'em

Told the world who I was before I got to know Ian

They gave my people money in exchange for their freedom

(Oooh, way, oooh, way)

I would give it all back for a chance to free 'em

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]

Oooh, way, oooh, way

I know you don't fuck with me

Oooh, way, oooh, way

Can't stop who I'm gonna be

Oooh, way, oooh, way

I know you don't fuck with me

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

They wanna hang me in the trees

'Tween the truth and everything they tryna get me to believe

Fighting so it's never guaranteed

Snakes getting raked up with the leaves

Way too late to conversate for peace

Everything that's fateful come in threes

Living for another is disease

How the fuck are you supposed to breathe?

Real niggas speak in coded languages

Y’all break it down like the police

Raw talent stands beyond a leak

I am not a pastor, I don't preach

Simply a disciple of the street

Radicals and thugs, we move in sync

Stratosphere is where I'm tryna peak

Built different, this elite mental physique

I been incubating my technique

Curate every word like a boutique

I don't listen when these niggas speak

I got niggas that's still tryna eat

This the shit that they finna repeat

Baking soda staining up the tee

Let the needle run until it bleed

Never playin' to concede

I'm dictating how all this proceeds

I don't give a fuck what y'all achieve

I am on a mission, best believe if I didn't get it this way

Every other option would've fucking led to freeze

Lit the house on fire while they sleep

After the commotion turn to silence

Only thing that's left is me

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]

Oooh, way, oooh, way

I know you don't fuck with me

Oooh, way, oooh, way

Can't stop who I'm gonna be

Oooh, way, oooh, way

I know you don't fuck with me

Oooh, way, oooh, way

Come tell me, my ecstacy

[Bridge: Joba & Kevin Abstract]

I stay strong

Under this weight I hold

Set it off

And watch it all explode

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

Round 'em up, round 'em up

Shoot the messenger

Still tellin' tales till the nail's in the coffin wood

Truth tellin' lies, so you aim for the ventricles

The greats die young, but they live to tell the game to you

When I got that 100k, had to get 'bout ten more

Living life like day to day, set you right on death door

Celebrate, but keep it goin', 'cause baby boy, there's many more

I been on my flashy shit like cocaine in '84

I'll be crisp as hell like the shell of a shotty

When they wanna trick ya, get you sign on the dotty

I don't trust nobody 'less the money is accounted

'Cause I don't need no degree, call me the accountant

Hop in there and then dip like Copenhagen in my lip, baby

Spit, spray that Skoal, where I'm stackin' up this shit, baby

No matter what that bitch say, I'm killin' it, ain't no shit, baby

Y'all can keep that fifth place, want a gold trophy in my limb, baby

Ballin' ain't for free, you gotta pay to get that [?]

[?] drop by, got that coupe de ville on my checklist

We ain't gotta milk shit, there you go, Nesquik

Stop the beat, smile for 'em, there you go, press pic

[Hook: Kevin Abstract, Matt Champion]

Oooh, way, oooh, way

So if you got something to say, suck a dick!

Oooh, way, oooh, way

I know you don't fuck with me

[Outro: Joba]

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