Ghost Noises - Buckets

I turned the filter off my life got way more unadulterated
Y'all spilled the sauce, cooked it right but then fucked up the plating
This shit's messed up, i'm so tired of never complaining
I'm in that rut, I might never jump

Maison Margiela my belt, I'm just a shell of myself
If I come through, I ain't pullin' up stealth
I know this shit gon be felt
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
I need help
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
I'm in Hell

Pull up in something
Looking like double or nothing
Shit was jumping
I could barely function
Straight out the dungeon
I pull up at the junket
Looking disgusting
Give me the budget
I'm running with crutches
I pull up with bags
I'm leaving with buckets
You probably in SAG
Got fictional hundreds
You looking so mad
Stop throwing them punches

Filter off my life I just got way more unadulterated
Y'all spilled the sauce, cooked it right but then fucked up the plating
This shit's messed up, i'm so tired of never complaining
I'm in that rut, I might never jump

Maison Margiela my belt, I'm just a shell of myself
If I come through, I ain't pullin' up stealth
I know this shit gon be felt
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
I'm in Hell
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
Just as well

Written by:
Eric Sarley

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