Sour

Fuck NYPD, man they can suck my dick Tunnel vision equipped since I jumped in this bitch Fuck it, I got my business, straight pause it and let me demonstrate Bitch, it's nothing to celebrate, fuck them hours you dedicate Put your whole life in it Wrap it up in packages and ship it when they ask for it Bitch I never been wrong once and fuck whoever you trust Keep setting y'all selves up Everybody you love gon' fuck you over eventually Eyes in the back of your head keeping me steady, we Really couldn't do shit 'bout it but keep breathing Check on everybody that's still a part of your team man I sell my soul and my energy and my memories combined Just to walk back time, do it better, get it right Fuck it, finish a track and keep it pushing, whatever I get the worst from my people, I'm never hoping I see you Darkest room that I been in was me and a hundred people I can't do nothing about it if y'all decide that I'm evil Tired of feeling see-through Feel like you dying? Me too Refuse to spend the rest of my years apologizing, so damn it, fuck you I can't be what you want me to be I'll never spend a hundred years doing something to please Somebody living in my soul, blackening heart with disease And make me feel like I'm nothing because I couldn't believe That everybody in my corner got intentions that's pure I seen the track record sour, and it's nothing to cure Whatever's left of what my trust was, feelin' I should buck up If I'm the one that's fucked up, then everybody's fucked, son