Carbon Dioxide

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Brevin Kim] Had to switch my style up Carbon copy bodies start to pile up Sell they soul like that fucker dialed up Sell my soul prolly too, be honest Pivot foot still a perfect spiral Walk a tight rope just to go viral I'm the pilot, can't deny shit No matter the ink, no matter how you file it 10+ in came thru, re-styled shit Lotta drivin but I don't boast my mileage Spread a bitch like a windows virus Cut a wrist but I'm talkin myself Big ass talk a lot of pussies wilin Dye that wig, that shit ain't make you violent What you tote up under under garments? Cell phone clip I fuckin promise! Pistol sit up under on your eyelash Bellyaching like you Billie Eilish Poppin pills when you feelin like it Fill a cup when you feelin like it Poppin shit cause I fuckin need it Everybody got fake demons Now everybody got fake demons I'm barely breathin just tryna survive shit Oh I sing so I can't do rap now? Pluck the strings so I can't do trap now? Been a rapper 15 years back now Pussies talkin you ain't know my background Think I'm happy cause of the beach in the back now? Think them colors a gon' erase my blackout? I blow my brains before I blow my back out Whole lotta pain like a double up Ain't too concerned bout a double cup Talk to myself then I fuck it up Heavy chest but got a lotta love A lottta love A lotta love But its not enough It's not enough, gotta run Head been heavy as of lately A couple dribbles and a lotta changes Voices tellin me to rearrange shit Wallpaper tell me re-paint it All paper got my head tainted I hope that money don't change me I hope that money don't change me [Verse 2: Biv] They look simple with they cash dog I don't need ya, when my bones start to cast off I don't need ya Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Put that where it all began I miss everything, I won't ever speak again Come pretend, fuck boy never come correct Burning in my head, burning to the sound of it Why you fuck my set? Keepin it all in my chest I don't give none of my bag Still ain't got over my past Still ain't got over my past I been attacked, all in his head You never there, poppin em back Killin them dead, hope for the best Hiding them checks, don't give a chance I ain't giving them a chance I ain't giving them a chance I got more problems, than I wanted I been got it, never shot it, might get bothered Might just cop it, maybe pop it, cut your profit Microscopic, heavy pockets Barely process, love been honest I'm the villain, victim, system fix em Got em in they pocket Got em in they pocket (Yuh, yuh, yuh) They look simple with they cash dog I don't need ya, when my bones start to cast off I don't need ya Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh