Fair One (Intro) ft. Matt Swain Lyrics

Yeah

It's a beautiful thing, ain't it

Said

My mother texting me like come home

Too busy marching to the beat of my own drumroll

Don't need no new friends, lil bitch just go

Let down so much, now I don't let nobody come close

I just puff smoke, never gave a fuck though

I'm going stupid on these dumb hoes

I could write a million songs, money still might come slow

But damn I wonder, where'd the fun go?

And where the love go?

They got they hand out, they ain't getting none though

I got some fans now, they think I'm the one hoe

Yeah

They out here callin' me a young GOAT

And I

Imma make the dream real cause I say so

I'm just tryna get up to the pesos

Put all of the homies on the payroll

You fuckin' with me now? I don't think so

Need a set of gold teeth with my crown

Then I'll walk around like "who fuckin' with me now"

Like, yeah, yeah

Who fuckin' with me now?

Who fuckin' with me now? Who fuckin' with me now?

They hold you when you high, let you sink when you down

If I ain't know just how to think, I would drown

Like, I'm going down, like

I'm going down like

Yeah, but

Music been the heart

And money stay the motive

They know this

When it come to this rap shit, I own it

Step up on the mic and then I murk any opponent

I'm cheffing up dope shit

They wonder where the flows is

I keep em locked in a heart shaped box

And that's word to Cobain and them shotgun shots

POP POP POP

Yeah go and play this at my funeral

And spark up with my ghost so we can chill like we usually do, it's

Me

But who the fuck I'm supposed to be now?

Dealin' with a mad mind

Got me feeling senile

All the shit I seen now

All the shit I seen now

All the shit I seen now, it got me feeling senile

Feeling scenile

But

I do this til my last breath and when the air's done

Just tell the devil I want my fair one