SANDPAPER Lyrics

Fake my life

Take a little time to get on your Good side

I just wanna die every day I'm Alive

Busy writing rhymes terrified

Put the key in ignition

Since you broke my heart I'm a Man on a mission

And I lost my start in a dugout, A ditch

So don't play my card, mild mannered militia

So go slay your part, put your Hand on his riches

So take my life and put your Hands up on the table

It's high tide to feel severed From the cable

The tether wasn't able to hold

I'll settle in with solace on the Road

Waste my life while I'm stuck in A shit hole

Make another beat think I'll Solve all the riddles but in truth

Call it how I see and then lose

Dancin' with the devil think he Laying on the fiddle (Agh)

Don't know what to say think I'm Malcom in the middle with The juice

But I feel just like Dewey

What the fuck is this shit, Think my life is a movie (Ugh)

Fake my life

Take a little time to get on your Good side

I just wanna die every day I'm Alive

Busy writing rhymes terrified

Put the key in ignition

Since you broke my heart I'm a Man on a mission

And I lost my start in a dugout, A ditch

So don't play my card, mild mannered militia

So go play your part, put your Hand on his riches bitch

Basic, she know, she can't do Shit without me

Pace through the road till I'm Crumbling down

God she shot me with a beam

Shawty was a demon

Thought I wasn't but I'm really Dreaming

Playing through the seasons

I don't wanna be here

But it's fine maybe we could try Next year

Knew the perc was fake but I Still ate it, I been fiending

Walk inside the party with the Molly get to screaming

Dance around the lobby on a Dolly till I feel it

They tryna make me feel ways

But I don't wanna feel it

Trapped in my home with Nobody surrounding me

We could all get along if you Give me a remedy

Fake my life

Take a little time to get on your Good side

I just wanna die every day I'm alive

Busy writing rhymes terrified

Put the key in ignition

Since you broke my heart I'm a Man on a mission

And I lost my start in a dugout, A ditch

So don't play my card, mild Mannered militia

So go play your part, put your Hand on his riches bitch

(B-b-b-bitch)

I only listen to people who are younger than me

These are the only people with ideas

You cannot give me any advice

I have the ideas!

Nobody older than me, has the

Take my life and put your Hands up on the table

It's high tide to feel severed From the cable

The tether wasn't able to hold

I'll settle in with solace on the Road