Smoked Rum Lyrics

Look

I've been off my game, I've been off of the chains, you've been mocking my name

Been calling me names, with my back turned, then you act up when I walk on the stage, what a shame

Saying I'm talking my way through the painful embrace of the shit you pulled, commentate

Like I'm crossing the space between us with the words, this a bridge, here's the verse, no more wait

They want a piece of the action

Guess who's back with a brand-new track list

I've been looking down in the dumps

Guess I had a few bumps, but now I'm fucking back bitch

"You've been back 4 times, better make up your mind"

Nah fuck, I'd rather take an absence

Absinthe downing, like a truth serum,

Now I'm back with the facts in a neat little package

Lemme recap my year for you

Found the love of my life out the blue

Then I spent that time in a painful lie

Till I had a revelation, found the truth

Now I'm numb like a drunk, with a bottle of rum

Smoked, if I remember, dance to the tune

Yeah, I sway my head, to the left, to the right

Really unhinged, the way that I choose

To, reciprocate the pain that I felt

Sleepless nights with a month in Hell

Woke up every day

with an axe in my chest

Felt the passive-aggressiveness that I dealt

With, till I hit all my fucking limits

Till I cut myself right out this gimmick

Till I told myself that I'm fucking worth

Much more than the painful outcome given, bitch

They want a piece of the action

Guess who's back with a brand-new track list

I've been looking down in the dumps

Guess I had a few bumps, but now I'm fucking back bitch

They want a piece of the action

Guess who's back with a brand-new track list

I've been looking down in the dumps

Guess I had a few bumps, but now I'm fucking back bitch

Dekh

Dil tootein, baadme dekh

Meri aankho mai nami jaise aag in a plate

Na khaas koi kami, tere jaane ke baad

Always been on the top, MUN ki debate

Always winning these wars with a nuke, Oppenheimer

Drop karu bars, Little Boy on the mic par

Popular monster, kaun tere bhai par

Chaud dikhaaye, gaand maare jaise Tyson

Bison, saand jaise aadatein, dheet

Maaru chaatein, repeat, jaise Baki on fleek

Tu jaa baaki se seekh, you belong to the streets

Seedhe Maut when I'm walking, like Dongri mai heat

Da wood that I carry, ab raham na reh

Baseball jaise maaru, you better not stay

In my line of sight, headshot lagein che

Maaru chakein, home run, walk to the baseplate