I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me a reason
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me me
All they ever say is
Give me a reason for this
Give me a reason for that
This be the season for grips
This be the season for caps
Been fed up with the world got an ex on my back for far too long
Bout to load up be a disturbed male gone postal better call the law
They said this then they said that
I'm wrapping barbed wire around the baseball bat
Bout to go Negan
Your about to be bleeding
Mow them all down on that Ace Combat
Bout to dive deep bout to Tay Zon that
Holes in a row line got no strings attached
But I weave them in and out when I lace the track
Tie them all up pull them tight get the know with the bow
Leave them out by the door cause they're not in the know
Get you got get you blown out your socks on the floor
Get you washed up clean brush your mouth with the soap
Ring you out something mean hang you out on the rope
I'm ignoring the warning signs
Headfirst down from the highest dive
You don't want to push me I survive
My guard up like fuck your life
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me a reason
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me me
Hey but you could still
Look at me look at me make me a target
Look at me do a little scheme mask me an artist
Look around look around yeah look what I started
Look at me are you looking at me hey now you're Departed
Oh that's that hard shit causing hardships to the torso
Even more so you get the horse going before you get drawn and quartered
I can't stay on the wagon like a wino
Spit fire a dragon I'm Sypro
Spit bullets from the mag and they spiral
Mouth off shoving cake in they're pie hole
I get them stupid like that and you know this
I got them blowing but that ain't a blow kiss
I get you knowing I'm schooling you slow kids
I get them going I'm deep and I dove shit
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me a reason
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me me
Shots fire struck head outlined that mother fucker dead
Hog tie truck bed slow ride blue tarp colored red
Dig dirt roll it won't hurt that mother fucker dead
Burn shirt wash hands new shirt I got away again
Drop so drippy got wavy on ya
If you want to get it got to pay me comma
Bey to my Jay you can name me Carter
Been bat shit like baby mama's
Thousand percent I ain't the papa
Been a monster all my ladies Gaga
Stacking up my cake I bake the ganja
Seeing straight red until my green be proper
Catch me in the drop when I'm reigning down
All fun and games until you play me now
Looking at my life and it's crazy how
Everybody's trying to fugaze clout
I know a thing about a view or two
Play dead that's the newer you
All the things you assume are true
Diving down deep to a bluer hue
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me a reason
I've been trying not to go off the deep end
I don't think you want to give me me