Shy Goon - Another Summer

Tired of falling, tired of running
Who am I becoming
Heartaches and liquor indulging
Coming from nothing, so I gotta keep an eye on who I'm really trusting
The shit I've seen got me thinking everybody disgusting
But who are you to be insulting?
Words from the birds, all I'm hearing is chirps
Mind full of verbs and some glass full of purp
Henny in my hand so you know I'm gon' slurp
Drunk till I'm pissing on the side of the curb
I'm a bastard, nobody love me I'm a fucking disaster
Been years since I hit a pastor
In a Jack Astors
Rolling like I'm a hamster
Gotta lotta gangsters
Chilling up in the fracture
And don't get it confused, man, I got a lot of stature
I don't smoke tree, ima burn a whole pasture
You could miss me like a ball to bad catchers
And you could diss me but my guys'll act faster
Tell 'em to fall back
And I don't ever cut 'em no slack cause they never gave it to me
And my rhyme scheme, deliver it too smoothly
They say I'm too loony, too loopy
Eyes droopy, like I was staring up to the sun
I'm in it to win i ain't in it for the fun
You say you got bars I promise I got a ton
You say you got guns I promise you got none
You say you want war I promise you mad dumb
Cause the drum won't stop until Shy's has has won

Sentiments linger, I ain't healing the scars
Press with my fingers as I peel the cigar
Love how you throw it back like hula hooper
But we are not in tact, that's due to who part
Pressure wash the game, rid of the scums
I'm frosty like Snow on Yank Riddim
I make money moves in Subaru
I make money moves in Subaru
They were like hallelujah, thought I was dead
They ain't remember I was willing to lend
Now I chuck a middle finger to their head, awesome
Spending all your money on hoes, we been got some
Reciting my life thru this penning
And all these sins that I ain't repenting
But ain't no good karma I'm preventing
Ain't no diss song that I'm inventing
I ain't got problem if we just friends, but I be obsessive
Bust a fifth of the Jameson down in one session
First you underestimate it then you be indebted
Are you gonna be loyal or leave me in a wreckage, I gotta know
Mans call you son, but they prodigal
Shy goon the topical
Like the under of a boat, you be barnacle
You hanging on but gotta go
Up and down I'm both
Hands in throat, is he gonna choke
Fuck not Imma do the most
Gucci or Laurent, which do i flaunt
Fuck it Imma do 'em both
Bleeding, previous scars
Speeding, premium cars
Women, need em no
But you be my god
O.M.G, my god
O.M.G.

Written by:
John Stefanopoulos

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