Bleachers Lyrics

I'ma fuck with you

Uh, Mufasa on this bitch

Ay, turn me up

I'ma spit this out, let's get it

Feeling pain, talk to God for a reason

Wanting some peace that you turned into pieces

Telling me lies that I kept on believing

Gotta big heart, but you made it the weakest

Watch how the students turn into a teacher

Now look at me, born from the bleaches

And I pray when I'm talking to demons

They all in my head when a nigga be sleeping

Ay, sin city from the 115

Stay silent, remain humble, since 17 with the dream

Keep a bitch close, like I'm Toting a heat

All these dirty Ayanas need a Billie Jean

Slept on me, slept with her, I'm that man in the sleep

Taking flight where I'm going, where the stars can't reach

Doubted me, clowning me, now it's time that you reap

Mufasa be the gang, bitch, you know I'm the king

Feeling pain, talk to God for a reason

Wanting some peace that you turned into pieces

Telling me lies that I kept on believing

Gotta be hard, but you made it the weakest

Watch how the students turn into a teacher

Now look at me, born from the bleaches

And I pray when I'm talking to demons

They all in my head when a nigga be sleeping

Ay

Mufasa, bitch, you heard me

Me and this bitch almost every day like the, like the

Yeah

My nigga Shaggin, oh yeah

Handle that

Bleachers