Evan Reed - 2720 / Out of My Face Lyrics

The f*ck has this come to
Fall intuition, this shit is so sickening
I can't even follow the reason, the mission
Bitches want me but I'm dishing
Adding up facts, you'd think that I'm good at addition
Better stop talking and listen, that won't do shit
I rather sit back and talk shit
About all the shit I don't get, damn
Bitches want me, no my stats
F*ck, that shit sad, f*ck my emotions I sit back and laugh
I cannot help but feel glad, I'm sorry mom and I'm very sorry dad
Could've ended on the side of the road
In a bag saying shit like, woah
They say damn, where you come from
Shit, I don't know, by the time the next show
They'll be ready for some more, like
[Banter]
Like a star, I knew one day I'd shine
They ask me what I want in this life
A skatepark in my house
A hundred thousand mix-race bitches
A couple hundred chains, VVS's dance up on the blouse
Yo nigga shit, the nigga's getting a little far ahead like shit
But I don't give a damn so I sit and reminisce
And your grandma don't like me, cause I blew your mom a kiss, what?
Flow so fly I might need a doctor
The bitch is a witch like her name was Proctor
Tuesday night but we up like Yonkers
666 they be trying to taunt her
Now she mad like Max ain't no going back
When she get in her zone all she see is black
Put a T in the bone, you're a maniac
Fluorescent blue, like the Pontiac
Uh, ay
Uh, ay
Uh, little bitch get out of my face, yeah
Little bitch get out of my face, awh
Little bitch get out of my face, ay
Yo bitch is all in my face
Ay, uh
Little bitch get out of my face, ooh
Little bitch get out of my face, what
Blue bitches all in my face
Uh, ay
Little bitch get out of my place, awh
Little bitch get out of my place