Arson 2 ft. Creep302 Lyrics

This is the story, bout a lil' lad who wants money and glory

Starting from nothing, he came from the bottom

His life may seem tragic but honey, it's fortunate that…

He got no blokes, struggling to give up his faith and he chokes

Trying to come up with something

So he keeps on running his mouth

Because nothing comes close

And it may seem predictable

Maybe transparent and maybe too visible

I cannot stress that this bitch is impenetrable

Because his situations too visceral like…

You can say that i yap, talking bout nothing that comes out my trap

Buck a shot through your back, I come through and attack

Fuck around and get clapped just like that and i'm back

Let me paint you a scene, a life without butter, the eggs, and cream

The pure fundamentals that build up your life

Keep it fluffy and light, and keep it so serene.

Its never cut and dry, you can explain you can try to deny

But it's so sublime, that we're doing time in this prison that everyone lives

it's called life

I can slow it down for you, try to get the message through

Try to keep it stuck like glue, I'm elmer no fudge is required

imaging dragons are walking the wire.

Because this is a metaphor, saying its never too rich and it's never poor

Do you need any more hints what this shit is submitting

I drop illest bars like i'm littering.

Everybody saying that shit isn't paying

That I be laying down the beats it seems nobody is playing

Because I come across a moron who is touring a storage container

Full of porridge that went out of date and is spoiled

But i ain't stopping i'm dropping it, bout to go and get no compliments

I'm dressing, impressing, like my dog is full of condiments

My body burning, stomach churning, brimming with confidence

It is common sense it's obvious i'll never be dying.

Cause i'm cutting in the line

Churning out the beats that seem ahead of my time

I'm leading the pack

I ain't smoking it, cutting the rope

Trip it down until everyone dies

Do you think I really care? You're a prick in my hair

Take a seat take the L and go downed over there

I'm top of the food chain, mark down my big brain

And wait- who are you, what are you doing

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