Attention: This is for Will Crooks fans and Will Crooks fans only
If you are not a Will Crooks fan, please, turn this the fuck off
Live and direct (Yeah)
Imma do this 'til i die
Sunset (Okay!)
Shoot a star
I'll be saint without the A&R
No baptism for the snakes
Yeah, I wouldn't hold your breath
Yeah, you motherfuckers owe me back-pay
Big payback for piggy-backin 'til my back break
Hop the fuck off, yeah
Before I pop the fuck off
And if you need it spoon-fed
That is not my job
You herbs shoulda stayed your ass inside the pantry
Four projects in six months
I've been workin' until my hands bleed
So forgive me if I'm acting inconsolable
If you won't give me my flowers
Fuck you all then I'll just grow my own
It's two things I don't respect:
Art critics or police
I belong here, you can not make me leave
It's too many eyes here please do not perceive
Don't look at, don't look at me
Don't look at, don't look at me
Look at where I been to
Y'all can't tell me shit
Fuck, I been through life like bullet in my temple
Chain cold like a igloo
Boyband kinda goth
I got fucked up might fall asleep in the bath
Carry me by six double back
And it's still "Fuck twelve"
Fuck a 2020 vision, boutta blind myself
Yuh
Rollin' into town on fumes
And I'm still late to my wake
What's the fuckin' move
It's two things I don't respect:
Art critics or police
I belong here, you can not make me leave
It's too many eyes here please do not perceive
Don't look at, don't look at me
Don't look at, don't look at me
Don't look at, don't look at me
Don't look at, don't look at me
Don't look at, don't look at me
