FEW LOOSE SCREWS Lyrics

Ugh, we recording? I don't got fans, I ain't touring

And my personalities boring, but I'll rhyme anything with orange

This important, they shouldn't have outlawed abortions

I might have to cut off my foreskin

Hi I'm Matt, they don't like my album I'll buy it back

Looking like a kid tryna find his hat, I got my bitch, I can't find my cat

Thats VHS now rewind it back, I turn a beat to a Diamondback

I don't need you to remind me, been tryna forget my violent past

I don't think God is forgiving me, from Heaven he might've forbidden me

My Honda it don't got a livery, in my mind I don't got any liberty

But I got the bass, and it keeps knocking like I got a special delivery

And I got a special delivery momma had me in a mental facility

That's a joke, trying to fix shit up, but you're broke

Tryn'a pick shit up on the flow, I'ma lift shit up watch it float

That's a toe truck, (Whoa) you gonna sniff shit up like its coke

Spitting out this drip, gross, zipping up my zip like a coat

Nowadays I don't fuck with the hype, I hate my job, I ain't using a mic

Nine to five for ninety-five years, tell me how I'm supposed to be in love with my life

Fought myself and brought a gun to the fight, shot myself, he only brought him a knife

Bro was fighting tryna cover a pipe, hadda leave, I got a son and a wife

I can't even call my mother tonight, I can't even get my pops on the phone

Ain't nobody picking up my calls, Could be dying, still ain't get the cops on the phone

I don't even want the cops in my home, I couldn't hide the weed with lots of cologne

I be forgetting its legal now, blowing marijuana out the top of the dome

Like freestyles… I barely be checkin my emails

And wifey is prolly gon beat up a bitch if my DMs have got any females

You wearing ya tats like decals, all the ink you got is showing details

And the face you wearing got a retail, thats a Deep fake and deep fail

You don't read braille, but you feeling my words, you don't gotta see em

All of ya fans are drones and dead, While they sit and observe in the colosseum

Just a couple onomatopoeias, I don't wanna be ya, I don't wanna see ya

You a five percent on a Tomata meter, trendsetters spreading gonorrhea

Whoa damn… life ain't kill me yet

All of these beats, ain't fill me yet, been on a shelf, they ain't spill me yet

Few loose screws, ain't drill me yet, shit I been broke like oowie bet

So much poison in me I could swallow this shit like Juliet

I could get blood on some Louie sweats and I'll still walk around like they brand new

Might get blood on the leaves, blood on the trees and blood on the bamboo

Feel like a samurai with a slanted eye and I look like Fu Manchu

Me and myself a two-man crew, all of that hating I can't do

Hi I'm Matt, they don't like my album Ill buy it back

Looking like a kid tryna find his hat, I got my bitch, I can't find my cat

That's VHS now rewind it back, I turn a beat to a Diamondback

I don't need you to remind me, aye aye