Troy Samuela - Vomit on a bloody sweatshirt. lyrics

[Verse 1] Stuck on the fringe with a bowl of creamy chicken Maruchan and a cold Clear American in the fridge Bum life I got four fingers and a thumb; “wife” is what I call her Holler if you hear me If you're quiet, you a lie Like the devil, I dun' fell from the sky I ain't built for this impact I want my wings back and my sin scratched from my record I'm too demanding to be rockin' a F for effort Expelliarmus with the flow, boy Gold bars trick you into thinking I'm a solid gold soul Coy? - A whole ploy designed to trick thighs into letting that Trojan in I ain't a poet, sh** I'm a dog, my features are gettin' clearer Reverse Animorphin', no more courting, midnight approaching The compulsion is critical You're smokin', I'm ignoring the Surgeon General Thirst level like a goat to that mineral Thinking purely seminal; pause for the literal Once I'm done with you, then I'm f**in' Uncle Phil'n you Girl, f** out of here with all of that jazz I just treat you how I treat myself: half-bad The other half better; but lesser evil ain't good Don't I know it; well, why don't I show it? ‘Cause I'm too busy skippin' practice, ‘cause I don't preach I ain't say I was the answer; if you feel me, that's a reach Listen to yourself; I'm a dummy and a leech, your honor Oskar Kokoshka of rap [Verse 2] Yet and still, they're all shallow; I'm Barry White I shouldn't have to say it if I am, but you're the scary type So I know that all I gotta do is put some ba** in my voice and you'll believe Rolling in the deep like a pill, I'm addicted to the high of the thud when your brain hits the mud after a faithless leap Your answers don't satisfy? I'll dive from the brink I'ma find it, I'ma see, third letter in the thing that I place ever-so-gently inside your Lila She say it's too short, I'ma hit her with the “k.” I could care less, she gon' get an “O” eventually Folk know I'm an alien; “AYYs” when they mention me Laughing my a** off, I'm flirting with the beat Just the thought I might go deeper got it feeling like a creek That wet flow, slow flow b**h, I'm a Slowbro That clam give me teeth, then I just might peak Make me have to chase it, I'ma rise to the occasion Treating every challenge like a fresh plate of bacon Nobody loves this as much as me You hang from the nuts of me You is exactly what it would s** to be b**h, please; your cloth ain't cut from me Now go and wash the blood out that cheap sh** Or hit me back on some rap beef sh** That elite sh**