Nice Guy (Rage) Lyrics

Ooh yeah, woah, woah

I wanna live

I wanna live comfortable

I wanna live free

Yeah, I used to fuck with you

But now you so mean

Tell me where the times went

Tell me where you went to

I've been looking for you

But I can't find you

But I found myself in the process, fuck all the nonsense

Know I'm living better than you, it's not a contest

Always found a way to take my words out of context

I was last pick and now I got my own prospects

Uh yeah, okay

Huh

What the, what the

Oh my god, oh my

Oh my god, oh my

I ain't off the shrooms, I ain't Mario, Luigi

Still higher than balloons and I'm smoking on a three leaf, clover

When I touch the beat, you know the motherfucker over

She think I'm a gentleman, she wanna fuck me over

I'ma fuck her over first, I'ma fuck her over worse

Used to be a nice guy, used to call my ass a nerd

Look at how the tides changed, look at how the times changed

I done left them in the dark, like we hit a time change

Huh, I wanna rage, yeah I'm saying

Yeah, I wanna rage

Yeah I'm saying, yeah, I wanna rage

Yeah I'm saying, yeah, I wanna rage

I wanna tear the roof off, I wanna rip they face up

I wanna shake the game so much that everybody wake up

I wanna tell her that I love her, but we need to break up

And I was sugarcoating things and now I tell it straight up

Here's how it's going down, I'm giving you the run down

Had me feeling some at first but lil shorty run down

In the dust and in the past, got me stuck up off this gas

Think they internet done crashed, I'm watching all of 'em lag, like

I'm in my bag now, yeah, and I know I got 'em mad now

It's all a part of the game, she think we wanted the same

But I don't know what to say, it used to fill me with rage, now I

Sit back and I laugh at it, shit wasn't adding up, this ain't mathematics

Gas got me at a tilt, talk in italics

In a wonderland, I can't find Alice

Why you think I'm getting high, I'm trying to find balance

Why you think I stay inside, I'm trying to reach a status

Me and the gang be shooting high, see the top, let me grab it

Why y'all sitting on the side, chasing top from a bad bitch