TAG Lyrics

Yo

Hehe

Yo this beat's fucking sick

Let's do this shit

Ahem

Unh

Back in in the Briar a try-hard

Yeah by far the best

But that high bar's a bitch

Can't get caught up on my rest

Yeah I'm obsessed with success

And the subsequent sex

But I'mma flunk the test

Unless I get a hundred percent

Lady Luck

Was a guest

Uninvited but nonetheless

Got excited then got undressed

And I got her wet like the Witch of the West

Came for me then she caught a case

I was age seven but ahead in the race

Blessed

But also molested

Fucked in the head a delicate despot

Picked as a prodigy picture the mess

The pressure is on

Insomnia sets in

I'll keep 'em guessing

Saturday manic and Monday depressed

Fortune and fame and all that

Is a torturous game and a callback

Talented And Gifted my ass

I don't recall that

Tag you're it

You better pack your shit

Call me immaculate

Yet half the crap you claim is inaccurate

Quit the cappin'

You're trapping me

I'm stuck in the chasm

Between what is reality

Versus what you're imagining

I'mma snap back

Hit blackjack

Pull up to the party with a panic attack

Cuz I'm perceiving a lack only I can see

Why can't I be fine and dandy?

My family

My friends

Even enemies in the end

Are all envious of my endless talents

But I'm losing balance

With my big balls I'mma die hard

See 'em drag on the ground

Zygarde

Taking V dub X and Y cards

Call me hollow-hearted I'm a Vizard

Dumb from the bread I'm a rye tard

If I jump from the ledge I'mma fly far

Got my ego inflated like Weimar

Like mylar

Stuck in the clouds

Even though

Not long ago

I'd blow the budget on Fudge Rounds

I'm dumbfounded

Take notes I'mma give a rundown

And we should be done by sundown

You ask me Ain't it fun? now

But the sharpest lives are dulled out

I doubt myself

They want me on a shelf

Keep shouting

Tag you're it

You better pack your shit

Ain't no magic trick

It's simply a mix of setting and genetics

Can't stand the rhetoric I'm

Done with the betterment

Why?

Cuz I'm unsettled by

Your veneration regimen

Ay

Puta madre

They say that I'm a godsend

Ha

Maybe from Hades

Cuz you know I'm a hot head

Got no burnt pants

Because everything I said I meant

So before you get the chance

I'll turn my statue to sediment