Marquette - Who Knows Lyrics

I said, hold on to something they coming but I ain't running
Been dying to the let sun in
The loneliest f*cking gunman
I congregate with funyuns decided to pull the plug
Now Im swimming up in the mud
But I guess it's better than blood

Okay now

Take me back a year ago like hold up where you from?
Tell your boy to hurry up or else he riding in the trunk
That's whats up
Never front
Go on tell me what you want
Only talk behind my back
I'm moving forward, f*ck I'm gone

We ain't safe here
You can't stay here
Getting so in the headlights don't worry I'll fly I'm a reindeer
Searching for 8th gear
Out of my way dear
Dodging sobriety ducking society telling me steer clear
Here's a lesson in good intentions
The line between a menace and a saint lie within confession
Read between the lines they saving face
Like a new profession
Make me wanna catch a f*cking case like boy who you testing?
I shake it up then I run around like an etch-a-sketch screaming who's next for the pedestal
Hope you brought ya best
This is no test I put the pen down if you wanna flex
Popping out my chest you obsessed need a take a breath
We don't fight fair
We do not care
Looking at me funny probably cuz he unprepared
Ain't no trust there
Snakes up in a barrel
Make me act quick so be careful who you dare

And I said

Take me back a year ago like hold up where you from?
Tell your boy to hurry up or else he riding in the trunk
That's whats up
Never front
Go on tell me what you want
Only talk behind my back
I'm moving forward, f*ck I'm gone

Man I gotta make some fun
Don't know what the f*ck they on
Get to acting like some zombies probably why I write these songs
Got the patience from from my father learned to call em from my mom
Bare that water but my faucet dry so please don't do me wrong
Man I'm way too up to let this f*cking pressure bring me down
Tell me how you gon' give in when you ain't seen the first round?
You a clown boy, clown boy
Matter fact I'm saying down boy, down boy
Sit stay good
I just wanna snap
Keep ya crack
We don't f*ck with that
Skeevy little players tryna ask me where the plug at
Rest In Peace to Cody man my boy deserved a better path
Swear to god they know but ain't even seen the f*cking half

I'm waking up every morning
I'm thankful but I'm torn
How do I write without scorn?
How do I get this to touring?
Why in the f*ck was I born?
And other shit that's just boring
I shift the weight and I'm gone
Show me a rose without thorns

Gone