Big Cracka - Reinstate

Returned on this album, promised y'all I would
I was like I should, and I could
We out here in the woods
Tracks for days, racks for days, I'm in a gaze
I think I'm gay, mm
Wait, what did I say
Producing fire, flat tire, you a liar, and a crier, and denier
Drying clothes in my dryer, yeah
I got problems but I take them up with my therapist
Oh wait, I killed my therapist, yo
Big Cracka, I like snack-a's
World's burning around me
Might be my faulty
But it's okay, negativity away
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My success won't be in vain, even if I got hit by a fucking train
Now let me explain, even if I have like half a brain
But don't go and complain, that's something I can't maintain
And I'll take an old man's cane, watch him hit the ground in pain, yeah
Then I will crash a plane into Spain, and you like "What do you gain?"
And I say "Vengeance" like Bruce Wayne
My fat ass eating chocolate, got robbed of my wallet
Getting poop water out my faucet, snap my fingers like Thanos' gauntlet
Discord command, what I demand, while I stand on sand with my hands in my spandex
My rhymes are literally awful, but at least they're somewhat lawful
No bitches, no problem
No money, big problem
Cannot go to the store, while being poor
Feet out on the floor, might as well just become a director
Big Cracka, I like snack-a's
World's burning around me
Might be my faulty
But it's okay, negativity away
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Big Cracka

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