Well,
when I fell
When I fell for you, I didn't know what to do
Had tears on my pillow
Well,
when I fell for you,
I didn't know what to do
Had tears on my pillow
Why
am I in a hurry?
I'm f**king slow flow
I'm out of breath, I'm just on stage
I'm the beat maker who passed the capella
I like it,
I just shout it out loud,
I'm a f**king big brother
I'm telling you,
I'm not your 5-year-old,
I can't rap
I'm a gentleman who's got a new look
Fake rappers, I'm stuck in your trap
You're out of this,
my cookie,
category f**king three
Hey,
stupid haters,
I'm a f**king loser I can't rest because of a f**king nosebleed
So you're a f**king mess,
so I'm still a f**king mess
I'm a man who's one step ahead of you,
I'm going back and forth
I'm a f**king mess,
I'm a f**king mess,
I'm a f**king mess
I'm a
f**king mess,
I'm a f**king mess,
I'm a f**king mess