Really Trash Hook

[Intro]

Y’all some fuckin weirdos

Not like good weird either, just weirdos

[Verse 1]

Mission impossible, mission accomplished

Did it by myself, no accomplice

Except for all the voices in my conscious

Pay me no mind with all that nonsense

Feeding me lies making me nauseous

This is not a conference it’s an intervention

See all my friends are here but I forgot to mention this the wrong dimension

One offense and you’ll get sentenced to a long detention

On the fence between reality and mild dementia

See I’m a superhero I got many henchmen

My thoughts are deeper than a bum reaching in pockets when he penny pinching

You all sheep I heard you in an instant

I’m balls deep inside your brain, shoving every inch in

So tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

I’m a little bigger given that I used a pill

Usually I take the red instead of blue to chill

Yo what happened to the captain, told the devil take the wheel

I’m giving God up, closing the mosque up

Picking religion’s a toss up, they all suck so hard they jaw stuck, I got em awe struck

Check the ball up, even Jesus get crossed up

[Chorus]

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And everybody singing that shit, look

[Verse 2]

Tell me why I should waste my time on a second verse

Dripping ink thinking bout the kink in my neck, it hurts

Stretching my vocabulary, stressing double checking words

I already tried that, it didn’t work, lesson learned

I think I’ma die before I’m 35

Hopping out of doors probably suicide, watch em bury you alive

Label artists stealing my shit maybe I’ll sue and sign

Otherwise life is prom night, all we do is grind

Black under my eyes, no violence

Get some water round my neck, get some head on a island

Told my momma I been shooting for the moon and the stars, no lying

I see your belt designer, I’m thinking bigger tryna find Orion’s

See I’m a Big Dipper, dripping in sauce

Jump backwards at half verse and Krissin’ the Kross

Wishing I could spend 6 figures just at the mall

If I did my mom would give a swift kick in the balls, yeah

You don’t do what I do for a living

I know more about me than you do and that’s a given

I see all the stats and analytics

This is not the kinda shit that’s running up the digits

Why you acting like you know what’s best for me huh?

Rap don’t have ingredients and you don’t got the recipe

They in over they heads intellectually

Interaction on the internet will be the death of me so fuck em

[Chorus]

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And now I got you singing that shit, look

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This a really trash hook

This a really trash hook

This a really trash hook

This a really trash hook

This a really trash hook

This a really trash hook

And everybody singing that shit, look