[intro: kameron kirby]
I do be tryna be in love but to be in it is to be in pain
I don't wanna feel that sh- sh- sh- sh- shit, ****
Alright, let's get into it
[chorus: kameron kirby]
Stacking up more grahams than them crackers
Multiply the look, that shit don't even add up
A few more records collection, never subtract 'em except for any phony bitch that's holding my path up
Damn, i know they mad, yup, fuck
Damn
I know they mad, yuh, fuck
Fuck (maybe i should retract my state-)
[verse 1: kameron kirby]
Pedaling, listening to track one-five, a ****'ll be aight
Loafers is fucking stomping on sweet eyes
Sweating too much from yo hot lies for real, no front
It's all good from the punt, stuffed like a pot pie
Fitted don't fit from the 'fro, **** is slow
The pain is so-so 'til i cover it all with a joke then i crack open like a yolk, shit
Then i run from the problem; i need a cloak, quick (quick)
Fit i put together hide from the slow tears
Twenty years the car, this shit don't do both gears
Made sweet ears in a spree to find happiness, shit, but fuck it (cheers!)
Ducking the cutout, i'm cutting you the fuck off
Went from having sweet tooth, now a vid of us makes us cough
Buying clothes as closure to fill the void
But my closet's so big, it's turning a black hole
I got a fucking problem but i act like i don't know
[chorus: kameron kirby]
**** stack more grahams than them crackers
Multiply the look, that shit don't even add up
A few more records collection, never subtract 'em except for any phony bitch that's holding my path up
Damn, i know they mad, yup, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Damn (ha), i know they mad, yuh, fuck (bitch)
Huh, fuck, fuck 'em (maybe i should retract my statement)
[post-chorus: kameron kirby]
Why did i even say that
I know why you said that
Nah
Fuck that
[verse 2: dupizz]
Yo, look
This ain't even my type beat
I remember being sober, a **** couldn't even sleep
Why would i wanna switch shoes? you couldn't walk in my feet
Yeah, you running from your lyrics while i just walk on the beat
Yeah, suburb baby but why am i in the streets?
Summertime wildwood, i'm chilling down at the beach
Yeah, they ask what i'm doing, i'm being all i could be
I can fuck a bad bitch in a fruit of the loom tee, yeah
You looking for it, i'll give you something to see, yeah
My thoughts dirty but know what my face clean
Call me 'pizz martin luther, you know that i got a dream
Banana split bitches, i'm getting the ice cream
No, i'm not a spike lee but i'm doing the right thing
Huh, or i'm doing the right things
I'm selling all these wrongs so i ain't get nice things
Yeah, free my best friend; been locked since 2016 (perfect)
[bridge: kameron kirby]
She not smart enough to have my heart, no stevie wonder
She not smart enough to have my heart, no stevie wonder
She not smart enough to have my heart, no stevie
She not, she not, she not, uh
Fuck
[chorus: kameron kirby]
(maybe i should) stacking up more grahams than them crackers
Multiply the look, that shit don't even add up
A few more records collection, never subtract 'em except for any phony bitch that's holding my path up
Damn, i know they mad, yup, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, uh
I know she mad, fuck
Fuck you (maybe i should retract my statement)
[outro: kameron kirby]
Stop fucking playing with me, ****
I really do this shit, ****
Just 'cause **** get fucking mad or some shit don't mean you can- (ah)
Don't mean you can fucking-
Shit
Pussy ass ****, man
Fuck all y'all ****, man
Fuck is y'all ****-