Untitled Song
• Written by Metaphysics
can't fit me in a box squares in circles
can't figure me out like squaring the circle
slurping purple nurples i'm the white steve urkel
lurking in your flower petals with my wurmple
Shit man I don't make any sense
So far rap hasn't made me any cents
But I keep on for so long right now I'm drunk I'm gone
Who's right and who isn't am I right am I wrong
My motor skills dying fast typing shit I'm chasing cash
Perfecting all my art to impress you like bold and brash
Digital dash sound cloud to band camp
What's the point in the end I just want damp
Sometimes I feel so hopeless and shitty and sad
That's right I used an adjective that lazy and bad
I'm crazy and rad I'm hazy and rap
I get almost zero bitches there's no tit for tat
Bend my back back to back just to hear this bitch rap
Oh wait I'm not Drake I'm just some nobody fag
Oh no he said such a bad word no he didn't!
We told him so many times but he never even listened!
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Metaphysics
Member since October 16 2015