Don't you be late cuz
Yung Fix 'bout to break
And I don't mean break from the f*cking hate
I mean break from the f*cking pain let me feel that pain
'Cuz that shit just tell me I'm not in my grave yet,
Bro I'm not the one, I don't care for your f*cking gun
You wanna bang that off well then bang it off
You'll end in a prison or a f*cking box
I don't give a f*ck for none of that
Just want my bands in hella bags
Invest in some lands not any slags
Tracks canned In the back like it's NOS gas
Bouta let 'em all go, see me switch fast
Fix slow ya role, got me hella gassed
Brodie play ya role, ya a f*cking tramp
I don't mean to judge, won't smoke on no bujj
I nearly got close when my life felt f*cked
Nearly got close to being a star but I remain in the shadows
The background the place I belong
'Bout to go ghost 'cuz I'm so f*cking para
F*ck with your hoe, she ain't sending no para-
Graphs, look at the chart still above your team
Imma work on my art like I'm Mozart
Painting a picture for all of your minds
Imma go hard and then f*ck off
I'm not for this world still a reject, pretend, 'cos these brothers see you down
Try and descend, where you up you got to know how to expend and expand
Believe in yourself 'cos it all starts with you
'Cos everyone around you, you see them in hell
I feel the pain dealt, I feel that doubt but I don't feel that shit when I make your bitch pout
She sucking on me, if I'm being honest I mean
She ain't sucking too good Imma show her the way when I f*ck out her throat
She lucky my snap got banned, woulda had that flash on
Send her guck to her man, (errrr) yes I'm a dickhead
Toxic cunt, but she still f*ck with me
The Fix - BREAK! Lyrics
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Don't you be late cuz
Yung Fix 'bout to break
And I don't mean break from the f*cking hate
I mean break from the f*cking pain let me feel that pain
'Cuz that shit just tell me I'm not in my grave yet,
Bro I'm not the one, I don't care for your f*cking gun
You wanna bang that off well then bang it off
You'll end in a prison or a f*cking box
I don't give a f*ck for none of that
Just want my bands in hella bags
Invest in some lands not any slags
Tracks canned In the back like it's NOS gas
Bouta let 'em all go, see me switch fast
Fix slow ya role, got me hella gassed
Brodie play ya role, ya a f*cking tramp
I don't mean to judge, won't smoke on no bujj
I nearly got close when my life felt f*cked
Nearly got close to being a star but I remain in the shadows
The background the place I belong
'Bout to go ghost 'cuz I'm so f*cking para
F*ck with your hoe, she ain't sending no para-
Graphs, look at the chart still above your team
Imma work on my art like I'm Mozart
Painting a picture for all of your minds
Imma go hard and then f*ck off
I'm not for this world still a reject, pretend, 'cos these brothers see you down
Try and descend, where you up you got to know how to expend and expand
Believe in yourself 'cos it all starts with you
'Cos everyone around you, you see them in hell
I feel the pain dealt, I feel that doubt but I don't feel that shit when I make your bitch pout
She sucking on me, if I'm being honest I mean
She ain't sucking too good Imma show her the way when I f*ck out her throat
She lucky my snap got banned, woulda had that flash on
Send her guck to her man, (errrr) yes I'm a dickhead
Toxic cunt, but she still f*ck with me
Yung Fix 'bout to break
And I don't mean break from the f*cking hate
I mean break from the f*cking pain let me feel that pain
'Cuz that shit just tell me I'm not in my grave yet,
Bro I'm not the one, I don't care for your f*cking gun
You wanna bang that off well then bang it off
You'll end in a prison or a f*cking box
I don't give a f*ck for none of that
Just want my bands in hella bags
Invest in some lands not any slags
Tracks canned In the back like it's NOS gas
Bouta let 'em all go, see me switch fast
Fix slow ya role, got me hella gassed
Brodie play ya role, ya a f*cking tramp
I don't mean to judge, won't smoke on no bujj
I nearly got close when my life felt f*cked
Nearly got close to being a star but I remain in the shadows
The background the place I belong
'Bout to go ghost 'cuz I'm so f*cking para
F*ck with your hoe, she ain't sending no para-
Graphs, look at the chart still above your team
Imma work on my art like I'm Mozart
Painting a picture for all of your minds
Imma go hard and then f*ck off
I'm not for this world still a reject, pretend, 'cos these brothers see you down
Try and descend, where you up you got to know how to expend and expand
Believe in yourself 'cos it all starts with you
'Cos everyone around you, you see them in hell
I feel the pain dealt, I feel that doubt but I don't feel that shit when I make your bitch pout
She sucking on me, if I'm being honest I mean
She ain't sucking too good Imma show her the way when I f*ck out her throat
She lucky my snap got banned, woulda had that flash on
Send her guck to her man, (errrr) yes I'm a dickhead
Toxic cunt, but she still f*ck with me
Writer: Elliot Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid