Evan The Icon - I'm So Sad (feat. TIGER!!!)

I can't stand you
My feet hurt, need to bandage
Rap Atlas, crack my back watch the land split
Spit til there's foam at my lips a bitch rabid
My lips thick but you limp dicks cannot have me
Big cat, I push wigs back with no click clack
Rip raps like Swishers, shit, who got Zig Zags?
A mismatch on tracks is you talking about big cash?
Still in your bag, it's Glad
I know you been trash
Caught a low and rode it
Hold the money folded
Not a lot to show but when I go
Hope the Earth'll know it river flowing
Like the Mississippi Golden
Sunsets over it
Moments I took for granted exposed when the sun, shone on it
Yo mom I'm supposed to be boasting
Hold the words like a sword
A poem to ward off opponents
Bored of apathy, so I'll be buying groceries posing up with the yoga
Yeah, like I'm supposed to be
I can't stand you, the heart scarred because you stabbed it
The ash fell alone in the forest, that was tragic
My heart speaks, my art, reverberates, they
Wanna withstand the strain, don't got the vertebrae
Bags under my eyes shaped like teardrops
The beat knocks, my heart stops, watch the onslaught
The feeling's non-stop, staring at the hole of this buckshot
Will we make it out? It's a long shot
It's like breaking your leg and then sprinting a mile
Treated like the devil, still splitting the Nile
Still prove the truth in the face of denial
That's why I'm Tom Petty and I won't back down
Living with the Pain like the Akatsuki
They eyes stuck to the ground because they know they can't stop me
Hand to the sky, caught the lightning in the bottle
So you know damn well that that's why they can't shock me
Every evening I have a by myself meeting
And in the nighttime, scared of the light
Flash blink twice, god save me
This the bad guy battle cry
The pen mighty than the sword than I'm a samurai
20 Gs' in my savings couldn't save me
Money always speak, sound like a dead language
Whatever can't change it, whatever make lane switch
Please god save me, I'm running out of patience
Flew in two of little birdie, wrists felt of little branches
Flying pattern erratic, bird call was static
Soar above the clouds every chance that she had it
Flew too close to the sun and crash landed
Please god save her, but slower than molasses
Bitch I'm in the field more than grasses
Had to get active, could never be passive
Know some people wanna clank me, keep a ratchet
Yeah

Written by:
Evan Sacksner, T Torres

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