soupy2k & Triple Cast - Takeoff Emoji

Bitch, shut the fuck up
I swear to God
Imaginary (it's the dubs)
Virtual insanity (God damn)
(Yo, bitch) Hannibal raps, take my face off
Every time I go to a party early, I take off
You don't care about my feelings, only conversation
Why you playing doctor? I am not a patient
Tell that you was interested, close, I could smell your perfume
The way I circumvent my problems, I'm eternally doomed
Sugar coat, ruin food, dip it in fondue
Making hits, signed, sealed, delivered like Sir Duke
(Yo) Picking up the pieces, the property fell
You know me just a little too well, the hermit's out of his shell
Fucked up, ain't the first time I dealt it
Went to work with no deodorant, you probably smelled it
Vault my music and emotions locked, but I couldn't help it
This the shit that happen when you're living too sheltered
Show them the catalog, know they gonna shelf it
So cold that the climate even couldn't melt it, selfish
Triple 2k, no ampersand
Slipping on the soup, find your ass in the ambulance
Use my Bible as a paperweight, I need a better God
Heard your boy has been producing duds, keep your other job
Tell your boy to stop producing duds like menopause
I went over East, you hysterical
I've been overeating like a Fraser role, easy on my palate
Met a smoking gun, I had to bang her like a mallet
Had to hit it like a gavel
Acting like you dribbling but I done caught the travel
Nothing gets past me
Burned through my whole bag, got it just last week
I autograph your toe tag with a big ass "C"
I can't pick my piece but I can pick up sticks
This a big bad beat and you gon' end up spinning
You gon' end up split, and imma end up spitting
I pull up to your second job just to spend my winnings (soup)

Written by:
Jakob Scheeringa, Collin Campbell

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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