Tha Child Lyrics

Smoke to cope anxiety

But

Worsens the sobriety

The

Monster that's inside of me

The

Mirror with the lion teeth

I

Rap the rap on fire beats

I

Quit no need to fire me

I

Know you scared of tire screech

Anxiety

Inside of me

Screech

Smoke to cope anxiety

But worsens the sobriety

The

Monster that's inside of me

The

Mirror with the lion teeth

I

Rap the rap on fire beats

I

Quit no need to fire me

I

Know you scared of tire screech

Screech, screech, screech, screech, ree, ree, ree, ree, ree

Now I need some Visine

Cause my eyes bleed

With that Amaterasu

And I've been finding

It's about timing

With the fire like Natsu

I wrap the cloud in silver lining

And I've been rich cause I'm grinding

I got no money but I'm making and inclining

Lil' bummy, lil' bakin, lil' binding

Capital liquid

Became the big fish

I needed a bigger pond

I am convicted

Could get evicted

Sleeping on somebody's lawn

I need the brains and the brawn

She give me brain like I'm dumb

She need return on investment

She learned her damn lesson

When she was still young

I never wanted money or the fame

Still these people gon' remember my name

All of the 808s heartbreak and pain

Superman's biggest weakness Louis Lane

I am conflicted between my heart and brain

Maybe Tha Samurai more Mr. Wayne

Love is the only thing keeping us sane

Fuck wit the fam and I'll go Super Saiyan

Can't fuck wit all these bitches

All these bitches do, complain

Break my fuckin back just for these bitches like Bane

Meanwhile they lying on my mofuckin name

Bitch you isn't Gucci or Mufasa got no Mane now

Took my fuckin main out

Monster gotta tame now

I got all this fame now

Bitches just complain now

Bitches just complain now

Bitches just complain now

Bitches just complain now

Bitches just complain, complain, complain

Smoke to cope anxiety

But worsens the sobriety

The

Monster that's inside of me

The

Mirror with the lion teeth

I

Rap the rap on fire beats

I

Quit no need to fire me

I

Know you scared of tire screech

Screech, screech, screech, screech, screech, screech, ree, ree, ree

Rich kid, asshole, I'm not the villain

Peak for the moment but this ain't the ceiling

Live to 46, the Lord is willing

Details of my death are gon be chilling, chilling, chilling

They killed that boy

Not dead yet, so I'm still that boy

Made this shit just to heal him boy

Do you feel him boy

I'm still him boy

Can I see you tomorrow night? Sure, but don't you mean tonight

Help, I need me some help

Cause I've been too busy to just help myself

Fell, I know that I fell

But I was too fucked up to realize until