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prdctdgtal - black olives كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: isaiah]

gonna give you a piece of my mind
if you ain’t a fan, you’re wastin’ my time
workin’ 24/7, always on the grind
can’t see us, y’all must be blind
lurkin’ on the beat, better watch your behind
got cheated on for like the fifth time
feelin’ depressed, so i put it in my rhymes
think i’m goin’ mad but ignoring all the signs
i’m a mexican who don’t speak spanish
wanna get big, so i can live lavish
skip a couple steps and miss all the classes
spittin’ my art, the world is my canvas
i’m a bottom feeder and i’m feelin’ famished
gotta stay fed so i can do some damage
hop on the flow ’cause i’m feelin’ savage
none of y’all are special, rippin’ off thе bandage

[hook: aaron, isaiah]

scruffy ass face with a big ego (b_tch, nah)
feed on my blood likе mosquitos (b_tch, nah)
my bars ain’t spicy they pico (what?)
never dressed up, no tuxedo (yeah)
feelin’ all chilly like i’m eating baskin robbins
y’all wanna cop the iced_out chains and the watches?
hate on a man who settled ’cause he got his
y’all f_ckers stay salty like you black olives (olives)
[verse 2: z, aaron]

b_tch
f_ck
i can’t escape from this sh_t man i’m stuck
it’s in my blood and it’s clottin’ me up
keep my eyes open but want them to shut
i’ma, i’ma, i’ma, i’ma
stab dave shapiro with a pitchfork (aye)
pop a f_cker head like a wine cork (aye, sh_t)
it’s time to celebrate
bring the champagne with some weed watch me elevate
aye, levitate, aye, meditate
aye, aye, aye, aye
spinnin’ my records i love _n_log
dude, watch me cry to the cures catalog
smoke up my car and wave hi to the hogs
i’m so gen z i’m a broken_down cog
yo, he f_ckin’ goofy lookin’ though
white boy in a band shirt i’m edgy
goodfella like my name young joe pesci
clock you with the right hand, right mind hefty
mic held tight, ignite, don’t test me

[hook: aaron, isaiah]
scruffy ass face with a big ego (b_tch, nah)
feed on my blood like mosquitos (b_tch, nah)
my bars ain’t spicy they pico (what?)
never dressed up, no tuxedo (yeah)
feelin’ all chilly like i’m eating baskin robbins
y’all wanna cop the iced_out chains and the watches?
hate on a man who settled ’cause he got his (alright)
y’all f_ckers stay salty like you black olives

[verse 3: aaron]

i’m overweight need to hit a treadmill (aye)
still gonna f_ck your sister, what’s the big deal?
while you wear a fake chain, i just keep it real
important like the pope, i got my own seal
let your feelings out, tell me how you feel
carin’ too much is my achilles heel
compare me to carnegie, i’m the man of steel
drive a granola_type automobile
beats that i make only six out of ten
my bars ain’t good i should put down the pen
privileged kid, with a white picket fence
need to shut the f_ck up, no one wants my two cents
two humped camel, that don’t make sense
need some context, need some pretense
all these eyes on me, i’m feelin’ tense
real sh_t, f_ck donald trump and mike pence
[outro: aaron, isaiah, z]

scruffy ass face with a big ego
feed on my blood like mosquitos
(like time, to a fly, is nothing)
my bars ain’t spicy they pico
y’all f_ckers stay salty like you black olives (olives)

- prdctdgtal

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