Nebseye & MIDES - narcissist.

Yeah, I shoot threes in the mix, don't be a bitch please
Froze in a ditch, oh, better miss me
I don't mean to be condescending
But fuck, I've now got a lot to mention
I don't want no more sloppy seconds
You've gotta learn that I'm not a weapon
I've got plans that are not to reckon with
You don't need nobody else obsessing with, you
(I know a few narcissists, yeah)
Please stop all the arguing, shit
Now I'm feeling kinda targeted
Paid the price of love and getting sick of all the bargaining
I'm getting sick of the time waste
You can see the look on my face
I done stayed in my prime
You've been tracing that line so I'll wait
You've been manipulating
Putting the blade to my skin
Putting the stake in my ribs
Putting your bank on my wins
Checking the statements I- hated the way that you live

You don't know, you don't know
Think you do, but you don't
Think you better, but you not
Write a letter, on the dot
99 overall
Narcissist, I'm appalled
Listen close, for us all
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Stop being so arrogant
Throwing jabs, bitch, I'll make you do the running man
Bet you think you got me caught up in the contraband
Well, you're wrong, I still keep it on a hundred, man
Bet you think you got me fucked up
In reality, you're stuck up
Bet you think you got me fucked up
In reality, you're stuck up

Throwing shade, but I know you miss me
Crocheted hearts when your heart is shifting
Still stay dark, but the road is risky
Pills play parts if the pills addict me
Damn, you got a lot to look forward to
Lying to me like I haven't been bored of you
Lying to me like I wasn't your fortitude
Sliding for me, tryna show me there's more of you
(I know you're just confident, yeah)
What does it cost to see you profiting, yeah
Talking shit, but you just talkative
Now I feel I've had enough before I'm even clocking in
I'm getting sick of the mood swings
Fucking tell me what the truth is
Lot of nerve to be talking 'bout me like I was ever a nuisance
Think of the shit that I said
Think of the risks that I sent
Think of the hits that I sent
You never listen, you're- playing the victim
You're- always enlisted inside your own head

You don't know, you don't know
Think you do, but you don't
Think you better, but you not
Write a letter, on the dot
99 overall
Narcissist, I'm appalled
Listen close, for us all
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Stop being so arrogant
Throwing jabs, bitch, I'll make you do the running man
Bet you think you got me caught up in the contraband
Well, you're wrong, I still keep it on a hundred, man
Bet you think you got me fucked up
In reality, you're stuck up
Bet you think you got me fucked up
In reality, you're stuck up

I know you better than anyone
I'm better than anyone
You're like a mile away, though
I see the rain as it drip down my window
Molding my heart like that shit made of Play-Doh
I never play, though
Your loss in me, conflict philosophy
Basically stalking me, ponder like Plato
Why do I care when each okay feels more like a KO
I'm better with more- fear
I was still better when you were- here
All of my friends are telling me this is a race
And I'm in the wrong- gear
You need a dose of reality, uh
I know we were close, I still never cared
But suddenly, I'm feeling close to the help
Can't get over you 'till you over yourself

Get over yourself
Stop being so arrogant

Written by:
Blake Abbott

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