Chuckthespittah & Gelapi - C R U S T

I'm finna dip off the crust yea space is needed i must yea
Playing peek-a boo with my friends
Paying no attention to woman
But change came so i brought her in
Mind gone brain left the skull
Bad intentions if its decimals
Rolling stupid i'm with anything
Even if it's fucking up the lanes
Pouring cups of shit i can't pronounce
Pressure pressure got me bailing out
Sister sister man i need you now
Buying buying rape my bank accounts fuck

Got caught in vibes then brushed the shit off
Think of days when i would duck them calls
And write it till the feel in hands gone
Don't piss me off when it's album mode
Family friends you 'gon catch the cold
Danny phantom how i do these hoes
Ghost ghost re appear then go

4 walls thats my comfort zone
If it's working then it must be broke
My brain hate me its a fact
Thoughts was yellow but i pissed them out 'cus thoughts was black
Hate it when i'm out eyes glued to my heart they wonder
If i got a record for mean 'muggin dummies pulling up with 50 clips
And robbing niggas for they robbin jeans or if he has a mistademener

No

I'm normal as fuck on walks i play solo
Mac marco and luther van dross in school i was distant from glo gang and drama
I only would fight with my demons in private would tug on my private
Cause bitches was icky
It got to a point where i thought i was strictly for niggas was sure
I'd be 40 a virgin with virgin olive oil napkin on the side cause i ran out of the jergans wait

Don't quote this i'm spiraling fuck i don't mean this a childish fuck
I'm important so give it up i enjoy this i can't give it up
My position in this is gorilla my life is a jungle i'm lion he fell in them
Trenches can't find him it's sunny outside but he cooking inside

Oh shit it's the boy the man the myth
And he don't give a fuck about yo problems unless they his
And fuck the features and opportunities see he gave up on his dreams
Oh shit it's the boy the man the myth Yea
And he a nice guy but what's the point of being nice, when they use it against you fuck,

I only write to feel important it's only right
That i pour these feelings i'm useless man everybody stand around

Y'all was right this nigga chucky a bust back in high-school
I told his ass the field what you trust but he ain't listen
Lets sweep up pieces then throw him a single peace fuck you nigga
You bum take ya lost and get lost and take 'ya mic and shit with you
You all alone on this crust and none of it is my issue

Written by:
CHARLES WATKINS

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