Better sleep with one eye open
Hope you got all your receipts vaulted
If lil' bro thinkin' that that eerie sound gon' die
I won't lie, I'll be waitin' outside, he better be prayin' for his life
You ain't talkin' with your chest now
Disappeared, what, hiding under covers now?
You thought this a game, it's been a while and you had your fun
But you should be real scared when this is said and done
Maybe it's just all the paranoia
You know that there's something out there waiting for you
But once this shit starts, you'll be wishing
That this beat was moving like Juan Pablo Montoya, agh
'Cause this the opposite of Saw movies, I'll be torturing you slowly
You best assemble your gang, bring out all your lil' groupies
'Cause I know they don't f*ck with me
But you can hear the sound building
Roll 'em up, you can smell the za burning
Soul choking, getting caught up, high up on the trees
Got your chest tight, don't you try to converse with me
Like Tony Soprano, once I get you out to sea
Like Pusha T, they say the holy ghost comes in three
So next time you see me, better aim above the knee
But you should already know not to f*ck with me
Know this shit is on sight
No gun, no knife, turn off all the lights
As I recite the final passage of your life
There ain't no shine
Not even a glimmer off your last f*cking dime
No, you ain't in your prime
We're tired of the song and dance of mime
The goals and your persona have already toed the line
Your slimes calling out the swine
You're running out of time
But I bet you'd still pull up your IG and put your ego death on live
I can't be no bogeyman, somebody took that title
But you got your shit on Tidal, now you think you're up there with your idols
Something's gotta make you feel a little less entitled
So I'm about to make this worse, like season seven of that show, no Michael
Oh my f*cking god
A f*cking cash cow, man, you've lost the plot
But I guess I see a little me in there
But I see you're crashing out, on your way out like Kramer
Don't you say another f*cking word
One more shot and I'll send you to the birds
Doves, ain't no crying, when you dying
Big talk coming from someone from the burbs
Match the energy of me wanting you to bite the curb
This the point of no return
Hope you saved, hope you said your prayer
'Cause now it's my turn
And I can't wait to pull up, and see you stall and burn
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Better sleep with one eye open
Hope you got all your receipts vaulted
If lil' bro thinkin' that that eerie sound gon' die
I won't lie, I'll be waitin' outside, he better be prayin' for his life
You ain't talkin' with your chest now
Disappeared, what, hiding under covers now?
You thought this a game, it's been a while and you had your fun
But you should be real scared when this is said and done
Maybe it's just all the paranoia
You know that there's something out there waiting for you
But once this shit starts, you'll be wishing
That this beat was moving like Juan Pablo Montoya, agh
'Cause this the opposite of Saw movies, I'll be torturing you slowly
You best assemble your gang, bring out all your lil' groupies
'Cause I know they don't f*ck with me
But you can hear the sound building
Roll 'em up, you can smell the za burning
Soul choking, getting caught up, high up on the trees
Got your chest tight, don't you try to converse with me
Like Tony Soprano, once I get you out to sea
Like Pusha T, they say the holy ghost comes in three
So next time you see me, better aim above the knee
But you should already know not to f*ck with me
Know this shit is on sight
No gun, no knife, turn off all the lights
As I recite the final passage of your life
There ain't no shine
Not even a glimmer off your last f*cking dime
No, you ain't in your prime
We're tired of the song and dance of mime
The goals and your persona have already toed the line
Your slimes calling out the swine
You're running out of time
But I bet you'd still pull up your IG and put your ego death on live
I can't be no bogeyman, somebody took that title
But you got your shit on Tidal, now you think you're up there with your idols
Something's gotta make you feel a little less entitled
So I'm about to make this worse, like season seven of that show, no Michael
Oh my f*cking god
A f*cking cash cow, man, you've lost the plot
But I guess I see a little me in there
But I see you're crashing out, on your way out like Kramer
Don't you say another f*cking word
One more shot and I'll send you to the birds
Doves, ain't no crying, when you dying
Big talk coming from someone from the burbs
Match the energy of me wanting you to bite the curb
This the point of no return
Hope you saved, hope you said your prayer
'Cause now it's my turn
And I can't wait to pull up, and see you stall and burn
Hope you got all your receipts vaulted
If lil' bro thinkin' that that eerie sound gon' die
I won't lie, I'll be waitin' outside, he better be prayin' for his life
You ain't talkin' with your chest now
Disappeared, what, hiding under covers now?
You thought this a game, it's been a while and you had your fun
But you should be real scared when this is said and done
Maybe it's just all the paranoia
You know that there's something out there waiting for you
But once this shit starts, you'll be wishing
That this beat was moving like Juan Pablo Montoya, agh
'Cause this the opposite of Saw movies, I'll be torturing you slowly
You best assemble your gang, bring out all your lil' groupies
'Cause I know they don't f*ck with me
But you can hear the sound building
Roll 'em up, you can smell the za burning
Soul choking, getting caught up, high up on the trees
Got your chest tight, don't you try to converse with me
Like Tony Soprano, once I get you out to sea
Like Pusha T, they say the holy ghost comes in three
So next time you see me, better aim above the knee
But you should already know not to f*ck with me
Know this shit is on sight
No gun, no knife, turn off all the lights
As I recite the final passage of your life
There ain't no shine
Not even a glimmer off your last f*cking dime
No, you ain't in your prime
We're tired of the song and dance of mime
The goals and your persona have already toed the line
Your slimes calling out the swine
You're running out of time
But I bet you'd still pull up your IG and put your ego death on live
I can't be no bogeyman, somebody took that title
But you got your shit on Tidal, now you think you're up there with your idols
Something's gotta make you feel a little less entitled
So I'm about to make this worse, like season seven of that show, no Michael
Oh my f*cking god
A f*cking cash cow, man, you've lost the plot
But I guess I see a little me in there
But I see you're crashing out, on your way out like Kramer
Don't you say another f*cking word
One more shot and I'll send you to the birds
Doves, ain't no crying, when you dying
Big talk coming from someone from the burbs
Match the energy of me wanting you to bite the curb
This the point of no return
Hope you saved, hope you said your prayer
'Cause now it's my turn
And I can't wait to pull up, and see you stall and burn
Writer: Mathieu Draper
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid