Shit Ain't Right Lyrics

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right (nah)

(Yeah)

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right (uh)

(Yeah)

I know this shit ain't right

Doing everything in broad day light

The audience may like

I stay bright when we talking the shine

Motherfuckers askin who am I

I'm the newest student got me spewing rhymes

Getting clues to find

I'm stupid and found the rudest dime

Losing time

Gotta reach nirvana like a Buddhist shrine

But there's something in the way

Boutta fade away, off to dust

This all fucking sucks, so i face blunts

Use it cuz I need to escape

From this masquerade

Been a damn disaster so I'm putting up my barricades

So afraid, that I'll never reach my fucking accolades

I been acting strange, blast range like a hand grenade (uh)

Now I'm blowing up the safe cuz I chase dough

Man I hate those moments when I feel the rage grow

Cuz I'm in different state of mind, as of late tho

Lot is on my plate, so I duck and try to stay low

Done with all the fakes, in my brain in my own lane

Shit ain't safe, I've been sitting in a dark place (ah)

Been surrounded by my demons and they drug crazed

Unfazed

Do my walk of shame on the runway

Fun day?

When I skip class on a Monday

Spend the whole day, coughing up now my lungs fade

Sun rays shinin down rather stay in the shade

On replay, thinkin bout the razorblades

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

Now I'm spending everyday, tryna write wrongs

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

Get the feeling that I always make hype songs

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

Deep inside, think I noticed that the time gone

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

I've been stayin outta sight, cuz this shit ain't right

I might fight kinda sick like Mike

A slight strife motherfucker when I'm hitting the right

I might bite if you get me tight I get an appetite fly by night, getting hotter cuz I'm fahrenheit

Short circuited

Important distorted circuses

Glorious performance ignoring help and the services

Pouring up of course, and thinkin bout what my purpose is

Soaring off the course, I'm burnin up all my purchases (wooo)

No money in my bank account

Gotta try and make it out the ground with the way I make the music sound

I been fightin demons now I think I'm letting Lucy out

Do it like clockwork I don't think I'm truly found

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

Now I'm spending everyday, tryna write wrongs

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

Get the feeling that I always make hype songs

This shit ain't right, this shit ain't right

Yeah