Banda Depression - SMS

Said I had a ego
But your mad that I'm making more heat though
Called him out then out he went
Disappeared like where did he go
God complex, talking about my ego
Don't talk shit to me
You know I keep the heat though
Issues faker than your fans
I'm just chilling making these bands
Fucked your bitch
She follow my commands
Your mental health is sinking like some quicksand
Got you sinking faster than the titanic
And all I do is work no mechanic
You're looking hella panicked
Cause my bars are volcanic
All you do is take Xanax
Just to ease the pain
Wait, what pain you live in vain
Just smoking to pass the day
Waiting to pass away
Well listen I got a SMS for you
I'm just getting checks for you
I'm just getting checks from you
Mad bout a Texan who
Doesn't give a shit about a text from you
Sounds like your brain is stuck on loop
Here just let me question you
Sit down
Let me bring in my whole damn crew
I don't give a fuck about a racist homophobe
Probably a fucking xenophobe
I'm making plays across the globe
Just by finding ways to cope
I know sounds crazy right
But you're fucking lazy right
Maybe I'm your Kryptonite
But I know you're immature
And I think you're insecure
That you cant wait till supper
Just to eat
Couldn't be simpler
Can you get one listener?
Probably not after this occurs
Fucking on his bitch just to make him madder
But it's okay 'cause he won't ever matter
Don't step to me
I'll push you off the ladder
Could you fake being any sadder?
Bro get the fuck out of here

Written by:
Michael Houston

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