CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Writing A Project*
Yeah this sh*t I'm not gonna adore
I'm like thor with the lighting
Made him ran like he's runnin' into a nearby store
I'm just gonna crack some sh*t like some floorboards
Don't start on me when I was bored
If they try me ima make them floored
Why they runnin' around as if they scored
Why am I f**kin' pretending I'm lit as if I'm toured
I'm a play too much as if I'm balled
Trap money phones are what the f**k I called
I'm too bald with sh*t I have so much technique
The sh*t's too watery I think it leaked
Stupid sh*t I need to talk about needs to be preached
Now you havе short arms now you need to be reached
I ran into problеms I need therapy
Crack bones swear they sound like celery
I faced problems I swear that was the hell of me
Swear I hear sh*t they sound like jealousy
Tryna cure the problems I swear it's the remedy
When I drop that sh*t I swear I run into a felony
I was tryna sellin' me for loads of sh*t
Tryna be the dude who tryna makes hits and me
Shout out to the ones who did bits for me
Open the media up it's like the t**s for me
NB you talkin' all that stuff I swear it's literally
3:33 I swear that's the devil in me
I might change my name to Lucier
She wants me all the juice in her
I swear y'all be too walky-talky that's why
I'm the producer now
Y'all heart too stone I swear I'm Medusa now
Tryna make my throne like it's my zone
That's why I'm always in my leave-me-alone sh*t
I'm not stuck but I'm not always in my home sh*t
I'm like thor with the lighting
Made him ran like he's runnin' into a nearby store
I'm just gonna crack some sh*t like some floorboards
Don't start on me when I was bored
If they try me ima make them floored
Why they runnin' around as if they scored
Why am I f**kin' pretending I'm lit as if I'm toured
I'm a play too much as if I'm balled
Trap money phones are what the f**k I called
I'm too bald with sh*t I have so much technique
The sh*t's too watery I think it leaked
Stupid sh*t I need to talk about needs to be preached
Now you havе short arms now you need to be reached
I ran into problеms I need therapy
Crack bones swear they sound like celery
I faced problems I swear that was the hell of me
Swear I hear sh*t they sound like jealousy
Tryna cure the problems I swear it's the remedy
When I drop that sh*t I swear I run into a felony
I was tryna sellin' me for loads of sh*t
Tryna be the dude who tryna makes hits and me
Shout out to the ones who did bits for me
Open the media up it's like the t**s for me
NB you talkin' all that stuff I swear it's literally
3:33 I swear that's the devil in me
I might change my name to Lucier
She wants me all the juice in her
I swear y'all be too walky-talky that's why
I'm the producer now
Y'all heart too stone I swear I'm Medusa now
Tryna make my throne like it's my zone
That's why I'm always in my leave-me-alone sh*t
I'm not stuck but I'm not always in my home sh*t
