Snakes Lyrics

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Walk into the party and pretend I'm fine

When I know that I'm really not worth the time

The demons speak for me, cats got my tongue

So I spit the same way since I have begun

Not gonna switch up, I'm a man and I'm not gonna bitch up

I don't hold my breath anymore like a hiccup

Foot on the gas like I'm driving a pickup, yeah

Ridin' down that long country road

My girl in passenger, I'm not alone

It's not fake anymore, no more actin

She in shotgun and we blastin

Havin' fun with all the action

No negativity, hide from lashing

No more panicking about being an outcast

Sorry, Ms. Jackson

No more assholes, druggies, and cheaters in our life

So we sit back, laugh, and feel alright, yeah

Fuck all you fake ass bitches

It is your turn to listen

Quit hidin' in the garden

So you better-uh quit your hissin

You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin

You chose the choices that you made

So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah

Fuck all you fake ass bitches

It is your turn to listen

Quit hidin' in the garden

So you better-uh quit your hissin

You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin

You chose the choices that you made

So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah

You really wanna know when it went wrong

What about every other lyric that's in my songs

About my fucked up past and how I lost it all

Like the one person I wanna see and can't even call

What about how I'm being pushed to the side

Like no one is supposed to worry about my life

About how I'm handling my emotions

But to be honest, when I think of him

The tears, they start flowin

But I use my sadness and I turn it into greatness

Kinda like this song you hearing, it's the latest

And I know some people are gonna hate this

But I'm re-verting everything I have done in my life

Even through all the drama and bullshit that's causing strife

Kinda like a knife

Cut to make you feel alright

But don't make the cut

And can't live through the night

And Call my shit the "Eminem flow"

Well I'll let you take a seat so you can try to watch me blow

But only the roof is gonna blow off this "Eminem Show"

Fuck all you fake ass bitches

It is your turn to listen

Quit hidin' in the garden

So you better-uh quit your hissin

You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin

You chose the choices that you made

So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah

Fuck all you fake ass bitches

It is your turn to listen

Quit hidin' in the garden

So you better-uh quit your hissin

You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin

You chose the choices that you made

So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah

Cut away all the fuckin' drama

Screamin', I'm sorry, mama

Never meant to hurt you

Never meant to hurt my son

And never meant to desert you

But I guess that part is fucked and already gone too

So I'ma pass this touchdown like Brady

Screamin' open curtain number two