Yo I hate rap but I needed a way
To vent about my problems from the pen to the page
They say an apple a day, it keeps the doctors away
And the meds that I take keep the thoughts all at bay
But that's not
Just how it seems
I got my life on lock
And it's time to leave
I got nine more songs you best believe
That when the album drops you're gonna hear the screams
Of a madman
Coming out the gate with a bad hand
Dealt a bad life in the badlands
Suicide thoughts not a bag man
We just pop pop pop, no champagne
We got liquor pouring
Tearing up when I tell my story
I see dark days full of clouds and rain
I'm bout to blow a hole in my brain
Like a math class I got hella problems
But I'm a dropout and I can't solve em
My best friend is this new revolver
Playing Russian roulette with my bad karma
Bout to f*ck up and go postal
In the bathtub with my toaster
See I hate rap I done told ya
And if you ain't hot Imma roast ya
I live a fast life full of sin and vice
All you weak rappers gotta flex ice
I gotta ask God for some new advice
I got your bitch wet in a bag of rice
And it's nice, not being on stage
No lights, no fame, no people to say
That they f*cked with me back in the day
Well tell me bitch what's my name?
You don't know
You don't know how I live
You don't know about my crib
You don't know about the shit that I did
If you did you'd be blocking me
Never f*cking copping me, steady blowing shots at me
Wanting me dead
Bitch guess we got the same goals
Living on railroads
Bag on a stick all my homies are hobos
Never got no hoes
Shooting up, skin holes till the day mind blows
NotKevin is a cry for help
I gotta save myself before i end in hell
I'm on a sinking ship and the waters cold
But I'm not scared cause my heart is already froze I'm about to go
Suicidal and so damn mental
Writing death notes with a colored pencil
I don't write songs I write suicide notes
Throw a beat in background and nobody knows
Write a verse in hearse and it hurts when I blurt
Out the words while I swerve and they serve
As a f*cking reminder
That life is precious
One wrong move and life is ended
Told you once I've got a death wish
And the song is done I hope you learned a lesson
If not, then go read the lyrics
Because I'll be gone before you hear it
I done sold my soul to some evil spirits
And the hell-hound's barking I swear I hear em' outside
NotKevin - Who the Fuck Is NotKevin? Lyrics
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Yo I hate rap but I needed a way
To vent about my problems from the pen to the page
They say an apple a day, it keeps the doctors away
And the meds that I take keep the thoughts all at bay
But that's not
Just how it seems
I got my life on lock
And it's time to leave
I got nine more songs you best believe
That when the album drops you're gonna hear the screams
Of a madman
Coming out the gate with a bad hand
Dealt a bad life in the badlands
Suicide thoughts not a bag man
We just pop pop pop, no champagne
We got liquor pouring
Tearing up when I tell my story
I see dark days full of clouds and rain
I'm bout to blow a hole in my brain
Like a math class I got hella problems
But I'm a dropout and I can't solve em
My best friend is this new revolver
Playing Russian roulette with my bad karma
Bout to f*ck up and go postal
In the bathtub with my toaster
See I hate rap I done told ya
And if you ain't hot Imma roast ya
I live a fast life full of sin and vice
All you weak rappers gotta flex ice
I gotta ask God for some new advice
I got your bitch wet in a bag of rice
And it's nice, not being on stage
No lights, no fame, no people to say
That they f*cked with me back in the day
Well tell me bitch what's my name?
You don't know
You don't know how I live
You don't know about my crib
You don't know about the shit that I did
If you did you'd be blocking me
Never f*cking copping me, steady blowing shots at me
Wanting me dead
Bitch guess we got the same goals
Living on railroads
Bag on a stick all my homies are hobos
Never got no hoes
Shooting up, skin holes till the day mind blows
NotKevin is a cry for help
I gotta save myself before i end in hell
I'm on a sinking ship and the waters cold
But I'm not scared cause my heart is already froze I'm about to go
Suicidal and so damn mental
Writing death notes with a colored pencil
I don't write songs I write suicide notes
Throw a beat in background and nobody knows
Write a verse in hearse and it hurts when I blurt
Out the words while I swerve and they serve
As a f*cking reminder
That life is precious
One wrong move and life is ended
Told you once I've got a death wish
And the song is done I hope you learned a lesson
If not, then go read the lyrics
Because I'll be gone before you hear it
I done sold my soul to some evil spirits
And the hell-hound's barking I swear I hear em' outside
To vent about my problems from the pen to the page
They say an apple a day, it keeps the doctors away
And the meds that I take keep the thoughts all at bay
But that's not
Just how it seems
I got my life on lock
And it's time to leave
I got nine more songs you best believe
That when the album drops you're gonna hear the screams
Of a madman
Coming out the gate with a bad hand
Dealt a bad life in the badlands
Suicide thoughts not a bag man
We just pop pop pop, no champagne
We got liquor pouring
Tearing up when I tell my story
I see dark days full of clouds and rain
I'm bout to blow a hole in my brain
Like a math class I got hella problems
But I'm a dropout and I can't solve em
My best friend is this new revolver
Playing Russian roulette with my bad karma
Bout to f*ck up and go postal
In the bathtub with my toaster
See I hate rap I done told ya
And if you ain't hot Imma roast ya
I live a fast life full of sin and vice
All you weak rappers gotta flex ice
I gotta ask God for some new advice
I got your bitch wet in a bag of rice
And it's nice, not being on stage
No lights, no fame, no people to say
That they f*cked with me back in the day
Well tell me bitch what's my name?
You don't know
You don't know how I live
You don't know about my crib
You don't know about the shit that I did
If you did you'd be blocking me
Never f*cking copping me, steady blowing shots at me
Wanting me dead
Bitch guess we got the same goals
Living on railroads
Bag on a stick all my homies are hobos
Never got no hoes
Shooting up, skin holes till the day mind blows
NotKevin is a cry for help
I gotta save myself before i end in hell
I'm on a sinking ship and the waters cold
But I'm not scared cause my heart is already froze I'm about to go
Suicidal and so damn mental
Writing death notes with a colored pencil
I don't write songs I write suicide notes
Throw a beat in background and nobody knows
Write a verse in hearse and it hurts when I blurt
Out the words while I swerve and they serve
As a f*cking reminder
That life is precious
One wrong move and life is ended
Told you once I've got a death wish
And the song is done I hope you learned a lesson
If not, then go read the lyrics
Because I'll be gone before you hear it
I done sold my soul to some evil spirits
And the hell-hound's barking I swear I hear em' outside
Writer: Alexander Lefler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid