Sandpaper

Fake my life Take a little time to get on your Good side I just wanna die every day I'm Alive Busy writing rhymes terrified Put the key in ignition Since you broke my heart I'm a Man on a mission And I lost my start in a dugout, A ditch So don't play my card, mild mannered militia So go slay your part, put your Hand on his riches So take my life and put your Hands up on the table It's high tide to feel severed From the cable The tether wasn't able to hold I'll settle in with solace on the Road Waste my life while I'm stuck in A shit hole Make another beat think I'll Solve all the riddles but in truth Call it how I see and then lose Dancin' with the devil think he Laying on the fiddle (Agh) Don't know what to say think I'm Malcom in the middle with The juice But I feel just like Dewey What the fuck is this shit, Think my life is a movie (Ugh) Fake my life Take a little time to get on your Good side I just wanna die every day I'm Alive Busy writing rhymes terrified Put the key in ignition Since you broke my heart I'm a Man on a mission And I lost my start in a dugout, A ditch So don't play my card, mild mannered militia So go play your part, put your Hand on his riches bitch Basic, she know, she can't do Shit without me Pace through the road till I'm Crumbling down God she shot me with a beam Shawty was a demon Thought I wasn't but I'm really Dreaming Playing through the seasons I don't wanna be here But it's fine maybe we could try Next year Knew the perc was fake but I Still ate it, I been fiending Walk inside the party with the Molly get to screaming Dance around the lobby on a Dolly till I feel it They tryna make me feel ways But I don't wanna feel it Trapped in my home with Nobody surrounding me We could all get along if you Give me a remedy Fake my life Take a little time to get on your Good side I just wanna die every day I'm alive Busy writing rhymes terrified Put the key in ignition Since you broke my heart I'm a Man on a mission And I lost my start in a dugout, A ditch So don't play my card, mild Mannered militia So go play your part, put your Hand on his riches bitch (B-b-b-bitch) I only listen to people who are younger than me These are the only people with ideas You cannot give me any advice I have the ideas! Nobody older than me, has the Take my life and put your Hands up on the table It's high tide to feel severed From the cable The tether wasn't able to hold I'll settle in with solace on the Road