Looney Bin ft. V47KO Lyrics

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Yeah, hahaha

What you say

Hahaha

No

No, shut up

Shut the fuck up bro

Different day, same shit, same problems (Same problems)

Watch out, I got skeletons in my closet

New cash, new shit, new problems

Never change shit, don't worry, still got it

Yo, I'm true to myself, if that means you don't like it well

Then I suggest you fuck yourself, don't look at my ass for help, pause

But all these fake boys, fake rappers always making fake noise

Always in your face, man I hate jaws

I hate the pick me motherfuckers doing jigsaws

Just to try to get some fake pussy from a fake broad, woah

Woo

Shit, yeah

I'm not a rookie in the draft

I'm blasting outta here fast

I know what you need, so don't tell that you gon pass

Don't tell me you want the bag

Cus then you not on my team

I'm a walking contradiction

An oxymoron of things

I know all my means, they're plentiful in my dreams

I'm cutting out all the fluff, the things that I'll never need

The things that you never see

The things that they never know

The things that I want to leave

The things that I often show, ahh

Woah woah woah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah

Just a young man with a soul and a conscience

There's a roof beyond this

Truth behind this

The truth defines the blurred line between tricks and loosely tied bits

Of lies defying God, like divine Gods focused on chicks

What is this

Will I be alone forever, that's just how I feel

That's what seems real

Perception is reality

And I perceive, I'll never get home in time to see, my mama proud of me

Shit but I'm a prodigy

A prophet sent from God to see the truths of all reality

The truths of all totality, morality, and agony

I think God threw that last one in cause he was mad at me

But I still got an ace in the hole, a hole in my soul

And only the holy spirit knows all of my goals

Will I find the truth before I lose my self-control

Or I go rogue

Or have a manic episode

And they put me in some home

Where the walls are styrofoam

And I listen to the radio, while I sit alone