N.U.M.B. - Me Myself & I

You ever felt complacent, or like everywhere you looked there was just snakes in the grass
Time to mow the lawn, clean up our yard, before we talk about others

I'm a creature of comfort, give me some lightning, no thunder
I want to rattle the cages, silent while walking through wonder
The underground where I'm planted, if I'm in last, I ain't standing
I put my plan into action, now that I'm back, I'm the baddest
Call me Solo the King, before it was even Numb's tactic
In the studio, losing my mind, now who's gonna catch it
Independently writing, rapping, promoting my music
Give salute to the who's and the ones that keep this shit moving
I'm refusing to lose, I break up the rules like it's pool
Now if I shoot for the moon, I might as well shake the 8-ball too
You wanted to be the GOAT, must not of checked the definition
They gonna' have to play it back once they know that I benefit them
The greatest of all time, or a joke to make you the victim
They all bet that I bested, I bet myself I'm against them
While they're laughing and cracking jokes, I'll return from my winnings
Never underestimate my bomb and Solo King is finished

It's just me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb
It's just me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb

I'm sick of all the hatred, the disrespect, and the fake shit
Smile to my face behind my back, say I replaced it
Feel I'm locked up, complacent, chasing my mind without pavement
With all these thoughts in my brain, there's a problem I got with containment
Yeah, I repeat half of my verses, but In reverse for the verbiage
If you ain't know what I'm serving, then you ain't worth half of my service
I don't give a fuck what you think, 20 years I was a servant
I finally found a purpose after giving up the searching
The old men's dead and gone, he left and knew me introverted
A decade and a half and now I'm finally writing verses
Deserted without dessert cause I'm feeding you what I murdered
Extroverted, I should've hung myself with some fucking curtains
Chose a fucking belt because I thought that it was worth it
Now they're saying I should do it again, this time make it perfect
Walk in my shoes and I bet that you would regret it
No regrets in my actions, even the ones that you're observing

It's just me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb
It's just me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb

They said I couldn't, I wouldn't get up and rise from the ashes
Whether I should or I shouldn't, pretend I lied and we'll get past this
Back and attacking the microphone like a phoenix
Saw them stacking the ashes but when I rose I'm like Jesus
What did I do to receive this? I wasn't gone but a season
When I looked out the window all that I seen was hell freezing
Now I'm questioning reality, all gods and all the answers
If you think that I'm wrong then why don't you show me the rapture
I'll show you the rap sure, it's already written
I was writing it down while you were distracted by women
If I'm wrong then I'll be striked out while I cook in the kitchen
I got a secret ingredient, I just spit what I'm feeding them
While I clean up the dishes, reveal a masterpiece hidden
Said that meal wasn't cold or hot, what I'm cooking is medium
Like I'm looking to the future for Goldilocks and like three demons
Reaching them, preaching to the choir like I was each of them

Me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb
It's just me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb
Me, myself, and I
Three heathens on the rise
Under the underground looking up at demon skies
Fallen angels looking for that stairway to climb

Written by:
Jeremy Berrellez

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