Eris Dublin - Awkward Lyrics

You make things awkward, awkward, awkward
Hope you take it the wrong way, wrong way, wrong way
You make shit awkward, awkward, awkward
This beat too awkward, awkward

I don't need Beyoncé, shit I deserve a fiancée
Hits like West
I don't mean Delonte, best friend Deontrie
Skills are the best
Used to be the Entre, now I'm serving long trays
On these checks
Great like Pompey, even on long day
Ahh they stressed
Wait up, I ain't gotta wait up, for no one these days
Way up, not from the rap, but oh I'm still paid
Straight up, just like my women, and black Hennessy
Say what, i l know that you losers are not entertained
I ain't rapping been for nothing
I been asking for nothing
I ain't been trapping, but hustling
Ahead of my time, no discussion
Speaking of head, no concussion
I symbol the song like percussion
What then? thought you said something
I'm carving them out like pumpkins
Paper and music's my schedule
You making a move then I'm flexible
Hate when it's rules that threaten you
See how you building and step to you
Schooling you, sounds I lectured you
Look at me wrong and I'm skeptical
I done heard I was exceptional
What I should I expect from you?

Make things awkward, awkward, awkward
Hope you take it the wrong way, wrong way, wrong way
You make shit awkward, awkward, awkward
This beat too awkward, awkward
You make shit awkward, awkward, awkward
You make shit awkward, awkward, awkward
You take it the wrong way, wrong way, wrong way
This beat too awkward, awkward

Now's not the time to be boastful
Most you will never get the chance to get close to
The man, I'm supposed to be the helping hand
That'll coach you, don't do that
I just wanna understand hypotheticals cause most do
Hope you back, yeah I never left that's so true, old news
Yeah man, they calling me candle, cause I'm still lit
Ya still playing tag, but none of ya it
Damn, how come these labels don't know bout the kid
F*ck, is it because I don't go out my crib?
I ain't been ratchet for public
Told them, and asked them to cut it
You keep attacking the subject
You died and came back as a puppet
Rap for my comfort
No it's not Act for public
Such is, life, I was never was down for the dumb shit
Tired of these forced friendships
Tired of these forced mentions
Tried but I lost interest
My brain I could talk sense in
The bank I could pour cents in
Money smell, got my own incense
I might have phone Guiness, I'm in the wrong business
I mean, you can't be ya own witness, that's gonna