Cherrybomb Lyrics

Driving round the block late nights have my shades on

And I got my pitch right when you hear my whip run

People call me Conway but my names jimmy

Blacked out rover ill wack up your bitch son

Stumble in the boof pissed and high

So im honest and vein

I don't care about your fame if your bars are lame

So I might be a prick if we meet that's a link up

Now the whole party stink up

I get feisty when I feel the feelings

Lose the fucking feelings

In my face of not feeling anything

Then I start feeling my face

As the feeling crawls back

And start feeling the fucking feelings

People look at me like a brick in the wall

Forget the B kid im like rick overall

Obnoxious fucking drunk and

A prick in the Wall Street

Don't beef with me

Cuz I like it raw on this beat

Like im sending you the fax right

Damn yo shorties ass tight

But my drug addiction got me thinking of

Snorting a line off her trunk

Aint talking bout no car

Ye

Diamonds in the sky I don't need maintain

Im like nine eleven ive been crashing down your lane

So brace yourselves all you rappers are the same

Got my back brace scoliosis elevate the game

Repeat like a broken record saying same things, like

"Fucking on your bitch and we Fucking on a plane"

Im a mile high and you ain't in the frame

Painting pictures im the Banksy of Rap so im getting the blame

Blueboy The Rudeboy remember that name

Don't step off your crib ill squash you A-Train

Spider man love Marry Jane

With the bois making noise smoking strains from cali

Hold the phone don't at me Im the park death valley

The hottest underrated artist I'm keeping a talley

Bitch Im rarer than steak im flipping a patty

On my wrist wordplays and tricks

So im luring all these fishes

Cast my line catching feelings

Im an artist ill just die making bread

Die in a debt, die in a mess

Nobody can own you but they can when you dead

Release three albums just to mourn his death

Im the one who warned people curious George is dead

Exploiting my truth good people shot for bread

Feds won't save your soul from the industries rent

From the outside I see it my third eyes a threat

To societies cause im just tryne make amends

Maybe try to make benz

In this big ass trench we call life

With this big ass stench in my right hand

Puffing at the end