Wrong Direction

Lyrics

Verse 1: Feel the pain in my ink Like you got it tatted on you for life Picture me like we were talkin' on Skype It's like we're walkin' on ice Right where it's thin where we tendin' to step a lot Fall in and you'll definitely die Bet you thought you'd walk on water like Christ Only you just as human as Mark Cuban The only difference between you and him Is improvin' your wealth and flyin' Delta Be fly as hell if I flew on a private jet But I can't let another person's life Affect what I'm projectin' mine to be like And who decides on these influencers Taste makers were flavored like a Heineken Light Little, if any, like a steak on the griddle at Denny's It's hard to bring home the bacon Workin' at Dillard's or Penney's Wendy's or Jimmy John's Gettin' bitched out on your shift Because some prissy mom specifically said Extra pickles on a chicken sub You ain't give her none You bit your tongue so much the tip is gone Wishin' that a lick would come A quicker come up Thinkin' about all the money you spend on liquor and drugs It's down the drain like liquid plumber Pick a number, if it's 1 you didn't win If it's 8 then great, the shape is infinite And the winner gets a prize Psyche, I'm lyin' Rappers do it all the time to them But y'all don't care... ...y'all just comment here... ...and want to follow there Really hopin' someone shares Climbed from the bottom, now I'm smilin' Just like a boss gettin' top in his office chair Yea-uh yeah Chorus: Feel like I've done saw it all But somethin' always come along But one thing is for certain (Yea-uh yeah) We're losin' our perception The world we live in is burning I think it might be turning in the wrong direction Verse 2: I'm so solid that I'm solidified I'm a monster, the Brian Bosworth of rap Anything else is uncivilized Like ordering endless fries for dinner Before the menu gets passed around Rushin' the person you sit beside Who can't decide on what to get to hurry up So hungry I'm sick inside, starving artist Hard to ignore the stomach noises Growling intensified Similar to the lion inside of the MGM design, but this ain't cinema I'm Simba from the Lion King My diamonds sing just like a gust of wind When it causes the chimes to ring A thousand pin drops, I told this girl I'm in town, to drop a pin now, before I bounce or think I have to make a pit stop Play with tits like I'm a four year old Fuck your horosope, Taurus or a Scorpio Recording some porno gold on my phone I post it but I don't know who it was Love nudity more the average human being does Yuh-uh yuh Chorus: I feel like I've done saw it all But somethin' always come along But one thing is for certain (Yea-uh yeah) We're losin' our perception The world we live in is burning I think it might be turning in the wrong direction Verse 3: Wait a minute, hold the fuck up, what? You wanted one more? Well first, let me give an 'Up yours' To anybody who's ever said "shut the front door" Tellin' me not to cuss because they young, spoiled brat of a kid 's around They might pick up more.. ..words he's just too young for I get it, he's a small child Well tell him it's a man's world I have an adult mouth Why's everyone immature? I guess because of online You hit me up from before You mad cuz my response time was a month I hit you one time saying "Thanks so much!" You hit me back and ask me "Why'd it have to take a month?" I hit your page, your twenty-eight At least I hate to judge, but you're Way above the age of actin' lame cuz I Was late to try to say "what's up?" I'm on they neck like razor bumps Been the shit, need nasal plugs You bitches need to take a makeup brush and shove it way up where the sun won't ever hit it, where y'all won't ever get it Like receiving the credit and being considered the best that's ever did it Yuh uh, yee-eahhh Chorus: I feel like I've done saw it all But somethin' always come along But one thing is for certain (Yea-uh yeah) We're losin' our perception The world we live in is burning I think it might be turning in the wrong direction