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clue & thrxosama - dont meet your idols lyrics

[intro: clue]

if i’m being honest with you, loving every part of you is complicated
hard to look you in your eyes when every moment you’re just faded
hard to see you as a person when every time i look inside i don’t see nothing, you’re just satan
that man is not a hero, he don’t give a f_ck about you
every time he looks at you, he’d jump the gun just to clown you
listen to me, listen to what the f_ck i am saying
can’t call me on bullsh_t and act like i’m just hating
you were my hero d, i don’t give a f_ck about what you say, you can’t make me see
how the f_ck do you expect me to think you’re a saving grace?
d you lie about everything, ain’t nothing graceful about that
lying about everything d, maybe your d too
what the f_ck is wrong with you? did you leak your d too?
all them twitter bots, all that sh_t is f_cking fake too
b_tch i f_cking hate you and i think you need to get that
and that fake sh_t, i’m not gonna stand behind that
ain’t no r2d2 that can stand behind a cause
f_ck all that fake sh_t i’m an artist and you’re fake, i’m basquiat and you’re kaws
all that fake sh_t is fake, should’ve left it at that before you act like you ever act like you ever had a f_cking cause
d, do you know what you caused?
you want that man that don’t love you because he’s black and that’s what you want
keep disrespecting the people that love you, keep disrespecting your mom
i don’t give a f_ck about how much money you donate, at this point it’s f_ck the cause
f_ck the money, f_ck the power, f_ck the cause, i want it all
f_ck the influence you speak of
no amount of braids gon reach us
all that fake sh_t is dead, b_tch you ain’t gon reach us
you was supposed to be my idol, f_ck your power, f_ck what you speak of
you were privileged you ain’t ever drive no ford like you say you did
all that sh_t is fake, even your abs, you can’t even sit
f_ck all my idols that’s supposed to my hero’s, i want them dead
people gon find out like i did, d
you need to get that through your f_cking head
it ain’t gon last forever, you need to get that through your head
but you think because you’re rich, you can shower them with money, you do that sh_t instead
you ain’t bigger than me, you were my idol but f_ck you too, you used to wet the bed too, f_ck you too
i don’t give a f_ck about you, matter of fact? i never liked you, i knew this sh_t would happen
lemme stop lying, i f_cking liked you
in my heart, you f_cking stabbed it
all the songs you for me, they mean nothing now, i wish you never f_cking made it
at this point, i hope you die, cus all you die, there ain’t no worth in that
people can’t save you this time, i don’t give a f_ck if you end up on a stream with kai cenat
i hope you struggle, i hope you go broke, i hope you wish, “where the f_ck my cent at?”
don’t meet your hero’s, man f_ck that sh_t
if i knew what i know about you?
i would’ve ducked that sh_t
i would’ve never shook hands with that b_tch
but i did that sh_t
where the f_ck your hands at?
no friends in the industry cus you don’t deserve that
don’t complain about sh_t you deserve

don’t complain about sh_t you deserve

and f_ck all that sh_t, you deserve it

to your downfall, i’m in first place
everything you did, it is useless

[verse 1: thrxosama]
i can’t learn from the words that you tell me
i’ve been sipping that drank and i know it ain’t healthy
you’ve been giving advice but i wish you could help me
you gon’ lie to my face, saying that you feel me
(huh, huh) you just like the rest
finna put you to the test
i got the glock on my lap and your boyfriend right there i’m feeling like him
i told him step back, step back, iso
i’m going stupid i think i’m going psycho
i got the water my neck like a cyclone
she steady knocking i promise i’m not home
i told her come look in my eyes
i cannot stand why you telling these lies
i’m with the crew yeah i stay with guys
open up put me in your life
she said she know, fake police like rino
shooting from the deep
clip is longer than a churro
(huh) you not my idol but you close to it
taking these percs cus i might as well do it
keeping that choppa it speaking real fluent
go get that boy but i don’t want to do it
i took the raf to the back then i flew it
straight to the back man who knew it
they thought i was trash but i been had the blueprint
extended clip on my side imma shoot it
she off of that drank
i’m with off air pull up in a tank
leveling up, went up my rank
you could try to step but you not in my rank
i’m going ghost, go mia
caught that boy that’s kai (x3)
[verse 2: clue]

(fa, fa)
don’t meet your idols, don’t meet your idols they all too entitled
tryna flex that you make money off tidel
but tell me, do you own all of your titles?
tell me, have you ever gone to a bridal?
man, f_ck that sh_t i don’t f_ck with no title
i don’t got no idols cus all of yall fake
i’m the type to pull up, man i’ll shoot you broad day
walk, walk, walk, walk he tryna walk to the top (fa!)
he tryna tread to the top
talk bout the gang? get bopped
f_ckin with me? get dropped. that ain’t no cap sh_t
you lie on the interwebs, you are just captions
gold on my body, i’m yellow like simpson
you started this sh_t, don’t tell me i’m tripping
sorry i love my women, can’t tell me i’m simping
sorry i don’t beat em sorry i don’t got no gut from sippin
sorry i don’t lie about sh_t just to fit in
f_ck that, i’ll crash out if i need to
rocks on my neck, “chrisean” like i need tooth
heart start beating (b’ing) in this sh_t, f_ck a face too, i don’t even f_ck with blue
i don’t f_ck with you, i don’t f_ck tools
only ones in this b_tch, i don’t f_ck with twos
shoot slow at you, cus your minds obtuse
only 10s in this b_tch and you f_ckin with twos at best
body you till you dead, lil b_tch
dry you out till i’m rich, lil b_tch
cross on my neck, real goth sh_t b_tch
not my fault, you don’t understand my fits
matter of fact, lemme flex up in this b_tch
10k$ 25 carats on my wrist
spent like 50k$ up on my b_tch
and i do it cus i want to, not cus i had to just for a chance to give her some d_ck
man, f_ck that fake sh_t b_tch i’m rich!
great in the making, b_tch i’m rick
72 on top and we just took your b_tch
(fa, fa)

- clue thrxosama lyrics

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