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 Hey, (hah)Yeah
 Lord
 Aye, Hey, (aye)
 Lost my mind again
 Ticking time bombs never wait
 Free and yet explosive
 I might fucking blow up in your face
 I like watching my walls cave
 Claustrophobic and insane
 Most you niggas talk that shit at least I'm honest with my ways
 I dont need no medicine
 Keep that shit for the trembling
 Never do the welcoming
 You can hang onto the questioning
 Who you think you are bitch, go on then
 Find me something better then
 I bet you won't 'cause I'm the only one out here developing
 I ain't even mad no more
 Shit I dont give a fuck I don't brag no more
 Fuck clout, Fuck numbers
 Fuck plans, Fuck whores
 I've been going in until my right hands sore
 I feel like the jedi with the gold on my belt
 You're too worried bout the bitches that be worried bout the wealth
 Having big dreams is really bad for your health
 I deserve this shit more than anybody else
 Who are you bitch?
 No one knows your name
 But your so hell bent on the drugs and the fame
 Bite your tongue until it fucking bleeds and never speak again
 Never told a soul all the pain I've been coping with
 I've been on my own, get the fuck up out my face bitch
 Better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs
 You don't know my mother fucking story bitch you don't know shit
 Open the door never look back, leave me here in hell
 Even the score spit on the track, maybe I'm tipping the scale
 So you want more, they never ask
 This is my cry for help
 I told them before don't bring up my past, I might kill myself
 Never told a soul all the pain I've been coping with
 I've been on my own, get the fuck up out my face bitch
 Better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs
 You don't know my mother fucking story and you don't know shit
 So stuck that you can't move
 Really thinking that you're hurt 'cause you want to
 I've been putting in the work like I got to
 Big dreams in your head are they not true
 Don't you let these motherfuckers try stop you
 Don't be a bitch get it like its not hard to
 Get up and get it then Harm your affiliates
 Show me your hell in your present tense
 I put the terror in resonance
 Never told a soul all the pain I've been coping with
 I've been on my own, get the fuck up out my face bitch
 Better give me one good reason not to tear your limbs
 You don't know my mother fucking story and you don't know shit
 
 
		
		
	
 
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