Guitarist's Cut Lyrics

Yo, my priorities wrong, yeah

Guitarist's cut, ay

Demons in the spot throw your hands up

Okay, demons in the spot throw your hands up

Karma is the biggest player, always betting every chip

When at the casino, watch your back, they're looking at your deck

One step forward, yet you keep doing the moonwalk

Pulling claws like Nepeta, scratches when you talk bad

Like a carcass, you thought you were hot until your soul passed

The tiger in life, legacy defenseless

I don't kill shit but I stalk my prey in the tall grass

Waiting for the time the water freshens and the herd is gone

We live wild but always alright

Don't cast the negative on me, I'm immune to this malevolence, booboo ass

Thought I was the "cool, cool" type

Going against evil spawn

Tried to grow the health so my muscles ready for needless fights

Tried to prove again that I put effort in, but it's alright

They can't understand what's not inside their lawn

I just grew a forest in a mountain and they'll never know

Backyard dwellers, never visit someone else's home

Always appalled, we never said we were a replica

You thought we was good? What a joke

I'll calm the fuck down when I turn to particles

Articles about me? In my dreams

But I see articles about me everyday, if you know what I mean

Always commentating on me and the things I gotta feel

Always try controlling my life, focused on a different screen

We split in half, the lobby too filled, we gotta do this right

Your health bar is looking a bit frail, you sure your glass should be on me?

Your cracks start to show, don't get pissy on me

You so mad, your words can't come out your mouth

Your hands sweaty, screen dirty

You so disrespectful, I'ma switch servers

This my rant, put quarters in before I continue

We done, we gone, we stunt, we stunt, we, uh

We done, we gone, we stunt, you done, we uh

We done, we gone, we stunt, you done, we uh

We done, we gone, we stunt, you done, we uh

We done, we gone, we stunt, you done, we uh

We done, we gone, we stunt, you done, we uh

We done, we gone, we stunt, you done, we uh, uh

We, uh, uh

Guitarist's cut, you get one fourth

Guitarist's cut, you get hand cramps

Guitarist's cut, you get finger damage

Uh, classical only, picks are for pussies and Instagram recorders

You play well for someone who can't play, you do well for someone who doesn't do

You should quit now before your hands start regretting you

Self-talk is tough when you don't know how to motivate

Self-talk is tough when put in songs that sound like disses

Harder lyrics but worse esteem

Better team bring me up, I need a star like Estelle

Need a song like a hit, I need a bitch with muscle

Need a better body, need to stop putting on costumes

Be yourself, need to play harder, fuck cautiousness

Drop that song, it's not a contest, uh

Guitarist's cut, you get kicked out, you front bitch

Guitarist's cut, you gon' cry when it's up, bitch

Guitarist's cut, gut pain when you scream on shit

Guitarist's cut, you get kicked out the front, bitch

You get kicked out the

Guitarist's cut, you get kicked out the front, bitch

Guitarist's cut, you get kicked out the front, bitch