OhMann - RealEyesRealizeRealLies

Allow me to introduce myself
A loud mouth with poor mental health
I feel sick to my stomach whenever I go out in public
Tell maybe I should use more stealth
My practice amuses like hat tricks
Imagine the antics it takes for this madness to stop
Ima Mann like Sampson quick to judge mother fuckers
Til I see bodies drop
Sure
I can be serious demand all the listeners
To hang on to every word
But I thinks things have dumb down
To the point where I can be drunk and have my speech slur
Not shy to my vices but gotta vice grip on it
So I will never slip at the slightest
Mindless bitches and brainless sires
Breed blinded midgets who are heinous liars
My views are cynical identical to criminals
Dependable like minerals prearranging the funerals
I love the fact that I don't give a fuck
So if anybody asks I won't be stuck
With the same routine somebody make a scene
A try to blame everything all on me
First and foremost shut the fuck
If you don't acknowledge the fact that we all human beings
It's like am I the only one who remembers anything about our own nature
Replace the goals with the lust of some paper
Acting like if it was some sort of savior
Yeah we need to afford to live life on our own
That alone right there might as well be set in stone
I'm setting the tone gaze upon the throne pondering
If I can stay in my zone

Fuck it lets go

This the shit that you don't wanna get used to the world turn
And yet you stay in the neutral
Gear I fear nobody will adhere to the way we view what's mutual
As usual soft times make soft people and evil
Ima cut ties to a needle
In exchange for a hand in marriage in a steeple
Take advantage of a healthy life to see a sequel
Keep you on your toes
I like when the plot thickens where some of it gets exposed
And in the end it's one of those well
Who knows established my flows around the time
My body was gown
I knew I was born for greatness
All of those times where I remain nameless
Until this day better say my name bitch
Hugo Strange my identity's a shape shift
Making things up as I'm going along
Even as I'm spitting out this whole song
You simps who just wanna be pimps
Pay subscriptions for OnlyFan accounts
But your mindset's all wrong
Save up the paper for living your life
The way you see fit not a Fousey fit
Be like Boosie or Bruce Lee with deadly kicks a bit pushy
But trust me it's all worth it
Okay maybe I'm wrong about everything
That doesn't mean you're right so don't say nothing
I'm only pointing out how this world is strange
And how I'm not even on top of my game

Written by:
Pearson Mann

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