surprise Lyrics

Nah, fuck it, I'm done fuckin' with these dumbass

20, I can do what I want now, 20 of 'em in like"What now"

Like 20 of 'em tryna put me down, this fucker in my class done misgendered Jade, the fuck's the agenda ay

Gimme a year, a full-time course, and a full-time job, and a full-time war with myself

I'm a full-time baddie with full-time meds

I'm screamin' in my pillow"Get the fuck out my head"

I scrapped a whole EP and scrapped a whole album

Tell me how I can reach figures like a thousand, in my bank account

Without tryna copy off these copycat albums

AM or PM, the problem is in, the problems I hold on my chin

The issues my tears gon' touch, the issues my condenser picks up

Recorded the previous bars and mysterious art when I was still fragile as fuck

I wanna keep all of my feelings all tucked but

Even in mud, my stride is for real, my mental is up

Tell 'em"Go fill up my cup"

(My cup)

Recorded an album, that shit I just binned

I'm feelin' myself, got that feelin' within

I'm ready to play the game and then win

I'm ready to take all my shit and go live in the middle of nowhere and pump out an album like every year

Finally feelin' my strength in my limbs"Strength in numbers" is nothin' but myths

Here's a mixtape of tunes for you to listen through, and experience who I've been morphin' into

I've been needin' more money to live, but how can I earn if all I've been gettin' is tiny 'lil hints and tiny 'lil hits

I've been takin' down many beats I've made, purely because of this

I've been performin' at parties, sometimes I work on myself

But how can I call anybody for help, when everyone else is outta the house

I've been filled with doubt that they even like me"Do you think that you're nice enough" yeah"Do you think that you're right enough" yeah"Do you think your personality is fine, your kindness is right, but your gender is kinda puttin' them off"

I could take 'em to hell and survive to tell the tale, coz fucker I've already been there

I've already been through enough to filter out chumps, to filter out bums

I've been through enough to see that the eyes of who I once liked has turned to mush

You fuckers' is dust, you fuckers' must've taken my trust and mistaken my love for a given

You fuckers' is driven to run, I'm driven to stun

I'm back with an album to fix who you think I've become

I could eat you up for lunch

I do it for Dad, I do it for Mum, my Nan and my Unc, my Gran and my lungs