G.T.F.O. Lyrics

Maybe, I throw them

But maybe, I take them

I feel like, they know it

But I know, they won't show it

Faces are faking

Each time feeling just more faded

I know that you not awaken

Then I feel like I'm wasted

And then I make it and then take it

Pull out a bag, like they made it

But Fuck that

Nah, Nah, I get it

I take my cut then I′m dipping

But I know what they be saying

Behind my back, they be thinking

All those words feel so forsaken

They be waiting till I make it, and I'm like

Get the fuck out, this is my house

No options, disallowed

Don't know what you′re about

Love with no makeup, I gotta wake up

Forget these faces, until I make them

I know it, they think that I′m a poet

And then I count these blue faces

While he is tying his laces

And then I count all the places

Where the pain's been, they′re so sacred

I feel the cold, from the snakes

And all the pain from the hatred

And Then I hop in the 'cedes

And then I grind that shit making

Climb to the top from the basics

And then I laugh at their faces

But after all, I don′t give a fuck

No, I don't give a fuck

Not afraid to shout

Just get the fuck out

Maybe, I throw them

But maybe, I take them

I feel like, they know it

But I know, they won't show it

Faces are faking

Each time feeling just more faded

I know that you not awaken

Then I feel like I'm wasted

And then I make it and then take it

Pull out a bag, like they made it

But Fuck that

Nah, Nah, I get it

I take my cut then I′m dipping

But I know what they be saying

Behind my back, they be thinking

All those words feel so forsaken

They be waiting till I make it, and I'm like

Get the fuck out, this is my house

No options, disallowed

Don't know what you're about

Love with no makeup, I gotta wake up

Forget these faces, until I make them