I'm So Sad ft. TIGER!!! Lyrics

I can't stand you

My feet hurt, need to bandage

Rap Atlas, crack my back watch the land split

Spit til there's foam at my lips a bitch rabid

My lips thick but you limp dicks cannot have me

Big cat, I push wigs back with no click clack

Rip raps like Swishers, shit, who got Zig Zags?

A mismatch on tracks is you talking about big cash?

Still in your bag, it's Glad

I know you been trash

Caught a low and rode it

Hold the money folded

Not a lot to show but when I go

Hope the Earth'll know it river flowing

Like the Mississippi Golden

Sunsets over it

Moments I took for granted exposed when the sun, shone on it

Yo mom I'm supposed to be boasting

Hold the words like a sword

A poem to ward off opponents

Bored of apathy, so I'll be buying groceries posing up with the yoga

Yeah, like I'm supposed to be

I can't stand you, the heart scarred because you stabbed it

The ash fell alone in the forest, that was tragic

My heart speaks, my art, reverberates, they

Wanna withstand the strain, don't got the vertebrae

Bags under my eyes shaped like teardrops

The beat knocks, my heart stops, watch the onslaught

The feeling's non-stop, staring at the hole of this buckshot

Will we make it out? It's a long shot

It's like breaking your leg and then sprinting a mile

Treated like the devil, still splitting the Nile

Still prove the truth in the face of denial

That's why I'm Tom Petty and I won't back down

Living with the Pain like the Akatsuki

They eyes stuck to the ground because they know they can't stop me

Hand to the sky, caught the lightning in the bottle

So you know damn well that that's why they can't shock me

Every evening I have a by myself meeting

And in the nighttime, scared of the light

Flash blink twice, god save me

This the bad guy battle cry

The pen mighty than the sword than I'm a samurai

20 Gs' in my savings couldn't save me

Money always speak, sound like a dead language

Whatever can't change it, whatever make lane switch

Please god save me, I'm running out of patience

Flew in two of little birdie, wrists felt of little branches

Flying pattern erratic, bird call was static

Soar above the clouds every chance that she had it

Flew too close to the sun and crash landed

Please god save her, but slower than molasses

Bitch I'm in the field more than grasses

Had to get active, could never be passive

Know some people wanna clank me, keep a ratchet

Yeah