All I Know

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All I know is that you can't fill my shoes All I know is you don't know what I been through All I know is you're a motherfucking pencil Stand in my shoes guaranteed it'll break you Mentally ill everyday i'm confused Might as well be ill when I spit achoo My fault did I just get you sick too Good cause it might help bars stick too Instead you got a ghost writer they go boo When you hear that shit then you like ouu Basically they tell you what to do Without em' you would be nowhere that's true Me I just like to get behind the mic It's lit lil' bitch kinda like dynamite I just like to beat up the beat it's tryna fight Lemme tell a little bit a bout my life High school ain't nobody know me right Like I was a ghost I wasn't in sight Walk through the halls headphones on Go to the stalls get my smoke on get a little bright Late to class if my dad was around he'd whoop my ass one reason I write One because wasn't fucking with school Two because nobody thought I was cool Till I showed up to parties drinking booze Three because dad I miss you Now i'm on my own I write my own rules Famous bar I go by I never lose Always go first like I hit the cue Oh you wanna go first put you on queue Shitting on you here take a stool Pain is a mushroom eat it I grew Life's too much to handle I bottle it then explode see Not a shaking Coke but with mentos cause i'm exploding I just be here handling my own shit by my lonely One day i'll go gold be on top of the shelf a trophy Y'all fame be luck cause y'all suck Need someone to hold you up like a strut Y'all be rusted out and stay stuck Like the Tinman without oil fuck Know i'm better more than half of y'all fucks All I know is imma get down than more ups But still bring extra heat like a deluxe I'll get rid of your soft tracks i'm a racer All of my days are fake today yesterday If I had the balls to take my life i'd say yes today But I can't ok The only reason cause I got a lot of friends that'd be sad to see Me dangling from a tree but just maybe i'd grow fame Cause that R.I.P Is some disease spread everywhere like it's an STD I just know if I died you'd fuck with me Life's too much to handle I bottle it then explode see Not a shaking Coke but with mentos cause i'm exploding I just be here handling my own shit by my lonely One day i'll go gold be on top of the shelf a trophy

Written by: Moises Francisco GuerreroLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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