Bullshit
• Written by AnxiousKidThePoet
So pathetic, copacetic
not anymore, I don't regret it.
Oh, yes I do. Mixed attitudes
express a few missed gratitudes.
I open up, a bit too late.
I got too much up on my plate.
I just sit and starve and wait,
act like I already ate.
cause I'm a cannibal, eating them.
Electronic, EDM.
Made of envy, full of hate
Topic heavy, 808.
Tryina make a change in the game
til the game made a change in my brain.
Confident work, til I was concerned
told me I couldn't write a refrain. (x2)
There's my refrain, what you clappin' for?
See I'm suicidal like a matador.
Trauma buckin' up dust at the door.
See it gets hushed, soon as I get crushed,
but I wonder which they really wanna happen more.
What you clappin' for?
Bark up the wrong tree, call you Labrador
Just a puppy known for bad rapport.
You're under study, here's my lab report
drop the undies and I hit record.
Hit a high C, while I go deep,
Then I see you in court.
What you viewin' for?
It's just a new hardcore,
not my fault you're sore.
Crowd is due encore,
Whore's will hit the floor,
I won't be ignored,
how long I'll do this for?
Just till I blew C4.
This a grueling chore!
Tryina make a change in the game
til the game made a change in my brain.
Confident work, til I was concerned
told me I couldn't write a refrain.
Tryina make a change in the game
til the game made a change in my brain.
Never confident, rather coffin it,
I shouldn't write anyway.
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AnxiousKidThePoet
Member since August 6 2015