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Bystie - i do
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| Producer 製作人 - Bystie |
| Lyricist, Composer 作詞作曲 - Bystie |
| Arranger 編曲 - Bystie |
| Recording, Mixing & Mastering 音訊處理 - Bystie |

Uh, out of the friend-zone like sumo
They be sayin’ I don’t know how to love, but I do though
I’ve been out the last, ain’t gonna live in the past
All the time, I just brag, I got every right to do so
I’m an idol figure without any Ls
The new me got my past demons drownin’ in hell
Used to be a coward as well, doubting myself
Now all I do is clownin’ on they crowns that are frail
Tell me now, how would I fail?
Never knew if my album would sell
It still wouldn’t, but my confidence would take me around somewhere else
Listenin’ to me got your spouse eatin’ kale
Spittin’ in Braille ‘cause what I jot down got you felt
That’s what the sound like, for real
Count to four, I let my beats fly - I sound like Pharrell
You can keep cryin’ ‘cause I’m bound to rebel
Not about that street life
But talk about verbal pistols, I keep mine
The itch of jealousy will never be fine
I got green eyes, it’s in my genes like Levi’s
They got the shine when I come for their head, just like a streetlight
I don’t got much free time
You call me, I decline
And like my girlfriend, I barely reply
Uh, out of the friend-zone like sumo
They be sayin’ I don’t know how to love, but I do though
I’ve been out the last, ain’t gonna live in the past
All the time, I just brag, I got every right to do so
Huh, Tell these hoes step off, I want the premium
All their bars be light work, something like helium
Huh, mop the fuckin’ crime scene, I be cleanin’ ‘em
Huh, Got an ego, the beast mode is feedin’ him
It’s a prequel to reasoning
Know that shit a steep road, I see no convenience
And the cheat code is to be known as lenient
I can adapt to it like I did these flows, a chameleon
All these motherfuckers praise me like I care
I got competitors sayin’ that ain’t fair
The game wouldn’t be the same since I got there
These verses better get the labels all prepared
Bring me paper and a chair, shit, I mean, like
You should run like DMC
Hunt you down, PTSD
I wanna see them bleed
I know how bad things can be
Phone on DND
Told bitches, “Don’t DM me”
Prevent like vaccines
Her bio intact like BNT
Might tag on Bystie, geez
I’ll cook up lyrics like Uncle Roger did BBC
Schoolin’ you, like, please repeat
I don’t link with bitches
I’m too far, you need render distance
Don’t attempt your disses
I’ll drop you like I invented physics
Uh, out of the friend-zone like sumo
They be sayin’ I don’t know how to love, but I do though
I’ve been out the last, ain’t gonna live in the past
All the time, I just brag, I got every right to do so
Huh, Tell these hoes step off, I want the premium
All their bars be light work, something like helium
Huh, mop the fuckin’ crime scene, I be cleanin’ ‘em
Huh, Got an ego, the beast mode is feedin’ him