MUTE Lyrics

I count too often

Mama yo son been standin' tall

He ain't touch the sky yet

You gon' fall if you reach out to me

Fuck my friends who done left

Don't know what right is

Girl It's killers everywhere

Try me today

Come here

If I ain't careful I'll be dead

Blood on my sneakers gettin' wet

It's a breeze everywhere, fuck with me

Might throw a party in the street

Just me and my peace

I'm a pretty nigga so I do what I can

And they say that we shop like a god

I'm fly as a jet, she want me to walk it out

Don't give a fuck about yo man

Fuck are we talkin' bout

Can't love you more than what's in my hands

I spilled my drink now I'm pissed

Can't even feel my own hands

I'm too hard, I don't miss

She bring me that bag, stick it to the man

I don't feel nothin' at all

I don't forget, damn sure don't forgive

Look at the way she walk

Whole lot of bags, got a whole lot of hair

They tryin' to take my sauce

Didn't think I'd notice but I did

Got skeletons up in the closet

Last year, took a walk upon a mountain

I'm just talkin' my shit bein' honest

Mixed up but it sound like I'm modest

All this ink and I don't need a pen

Spit it on top of the head

I'm a lightyear away from the bottom

I'm just tellin' y'all all of my problems

I don't want no karma

That bitch gon' be fuckin' up my high

I don't want no drama

I go M.I.A for peace of mind

I don't want no calls

Turn off all them messages I'm fine

Closed some doors

Seperate my lows from my highs

If you ain't got no good to say

Get yo ass left on read

If I see that you playin' both sides

Fuck it, it is what it is

I'm breakin' your record in no time

That's somethin', they know who I am

Come put it in motion

Simple, now you gon' know who I am

I count too often

Mama yo son been standin' tall

He ain't touch the sky yet

You gon' fall if you reach out to me

Fuck my friends who done left

Don't know what right is