Burnin Bridges / Long Day (feat. IDK)

Feels like yesterday
You were just a face
Never thought to mention why I was
Bleeding on the way

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed
Come from the heart
That's why I be saying this shit with my fuckin' chest
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges
'Til there's nothing left (uh huh!)
The more they try to prove they worth
The more I'm unimpressed
I trust no one but myself
He the only one that hasn't fuckin' left

I'm a living anamoly, giving you all of me
Wanna be the villain? That's a simple philosophy, hol' up!
Suffocating, get your grimaces off of me
Don't touch (fragile!)
Ain't no label on the box
Ain't got no label, I just labeled me the boss
I ain't got no premium Snap (what?)
But they still wanna pay me for my thoughts (haha!)
I just brought my own fuckin' seat to the table

They like, "Hey, are you saving me a spot?"
You'd be lucky if I gave you a response
Bitch, I'm busy, so I basically forgot (uh huh)
'Cause I gotta write a million Tweets to really compete
Ironic when you're living the dream
You can't afford a fuckin' minute of sleep
I think I count about a million sheep
I'll never be really complete
Even if I fill up an arena with a million seats

It's like ten or zero
Some people talk, they like, "Ben a hero!"
Others refuse to acknowledge my music entirely
I call 'em Ben Shapiro
Uhh, okay, now this is epic
You talkin' shit? That's a bit pathetic
I cut off all of my friends more easily
Than YouTube vloggers doing quick cut edits

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed
Come from the heart
That's why I be saying this shit with my fuckin' chest
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges
'Til there's nothing left (hah!)
The more they try to prove they worth
The more I'm unimpressed
I trust no one but myself
He the only one that hasn't fuckin' left

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed (yeah)
All these hatin' niggas 'round
Might need a fuckin' vest
I'm from where if you ain't movin' right
You might get fuckin' left
And they copy what I do
Might need a fuckin' check, cash flow

Niggas be saying the way that I move, I'm a asshole (a asshole)
She think she my girl
That make me laugh, ho
Niggas be coming with choppas, like-
"Boom, boom, boom"- bad bone (bad to the bone)
Made a couple million
Yeah, that's facts, phone- click! Hang up
Yeah, they say I'm runnin' out of hangers

Say they want beef? I'ma bring the angus
Niggas want clout, fuck being famous
They tryna flex? I'ma be the trainer
Come where I'm from? Make you give yo' chain up
You ain't tryna fuck? Tell her get her brain up
That ain't my girl, I ain't tryna claim her
If you in my way, better switch the lane up

Okay, I'm fuckin' stressed
Come from the heart
That's why I be saying this shit with my fuckin' chest (yeah!)
I'm burnin' all my fuckin' bridges
'Til there's nothing left
The more they try to prove they worth
The more I'm unimpressed (ouh!)
I trust no one but myself
He the only one that hasn't fuckin' left

I burn bridges, but I'm still payin' the toll for it
I burn bridges, but I'm still payin' the toll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

("Climbing is quite enjoyable")
("If it wasn't so tiring, I would push right up the mountain")
("But, in fact, it is making a hundred feet a day or so")
("You know, which speeds up something pathetic")

Okay
I'm immune from the herd, like an anti-vaxxer
Usin' my words like a tantrum haver (huh?)
I get used to the hurt from the random chatter
They viewin' the verse, then get antsy after
No squares in my corner, like a cam reactor
Treat a hater like my wife; take 'em out to dinner
Make a whole album about 'em
Like I'm Chance the Rapper, like, uh (ayy!)

We need to make a comparison (hmm)
Oh shit, that's embarrasin' (woo!)
They say, "Beware of the snakes in the grass"
But I'd rather be wearing 'em, uh
Everyone knows, if I say it, it's facts
This shit ain't no narrative
Go against me and they play like they scared to win
Eatin' the beat, I'm a fuckin' American

I'm like, ayy!
Let's be honest, I really had a long-long day
Okay? Ugh!
I walked in, like, bitch, what more can I say?
Okay? What? Huh?
What more can I say?
Still got the statements, stack 'em up
You been in the way, bitch, back it up

"Practice what you preach"
I guess that's why they talkin' trash, uh-huh, uh
Now they wanna poison me
Like, uh-uh-uh, not so fast
Your label be over me
Like "why we ain't thought of that?", huh
Seeing me overseas
Off the grid, but I'm on the map (oka-a-a-ay)

Just got the next statement
Shit is outta line like David Luiz
So many Ben Franklins
Only blue life that matters to me
Wholly new life, how it happen to me?
No daps, now they actin' bougie
What you cook is from the cap like you Ratatouille
Absolutely mad, if you didn't like that, then sue me

I'm like, ayy!
Let's be honest, I really had a long-long day
Okay? Ugh!
I walked in, like, bitch, what more can I say?
Okay? What? What?
What more can I say?
Still got the statements, stack 'em up
You been in the way, bitch, back it up