I'm cutting teeth it's not my manner to spit
I'm kinda fucked because I had every sip
I'm on my Paul McCartney shit
You really thought that I left
I'm always four or five seconds
Coming back from the dead
My mirrors shaking cause I turned it to 10
Yeah I was banking that I'd see you again
Boy I came out to play
I don't think you're here to stay
But if I see you make it quick
I've only one thing to say
It's been a minute
Checked obituaries where I've been at
I took a break
And everybody filled their faces with tats
These kids are clowning and you know why they're about to be mad
Got some intentions that could only be described as bad
I woke you sleeping once I rolled into town
Blew out my speakers with my own type of sound
Don't need an ear to the ground
You hear me when I'm around
And if you don't you're fucking deaf and should have known it by now
I'm coming hard I took my pen off the shelf
Said fuck some help I'll do this shit by myself
I locked the door to my room
I made this 808 boom
Don't come out without some hits you'll see what I'm saying soon
It's been a minute
Checked obituaries where I've been at
I took a break
And everybody filled their faces with tats
These kids are clowning and you know why they're about to be mad
Got some intentions that could only be described as bad