Hutch Wordsworth - Coffin

Welcome the
Young degenerate; poverty stricken idiot
Puttin' food on my plate but I cannot finish the meal so it's
Time to distribute this food for thought
Food for thought
Distraught, bad decisions got me lost
Look
Never cautious
Kinda carsick
Cuz all this drive I've got has really pushed ya boy the farthest
So I'm nauseous and
Quite exhausted
Exhaust fumes leave them exasperated
My targets are not polished
I abolish all novice
Focused on filling pockets
Potluck; the profits are coming in soon
So they're after me (May) like June
Ooh
The coolest dude got these young women swoon
Ooh
But now I'm fixated on being emancipated
Aggravated because this world is trying to have me castrated
I'll be
Before 32
I know you smell the greatness
When I grace the room
So take a pic of the kid
Exquisite what I scribble
I'm a squire you're a squid
That means you have no musical talent
Boy I'm valiant
Rap class valedictorian, no challenge
No challenge, boy I'm stomping the talent
Wait, hold up I mean I'm stomping in "The Talent"
Shouts to young Beano, we're prestigious like medallions
Why you actin'?
No moves no action
Small faction and we smell like passion
Take your rations
Then we guzzle them captain
Shouts to the sweatshirt
She bob till her neck hurt
All this fire in my heart
No wonder why my chest burn
You're my next urn

But I just put em' in a coffin
Said I just put em' in a coffin
Yeah I just put em' in a coffin
Often, no talkin' just put em' in a coffin

Written by:
Terrace Elster

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