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clue & thrxosama - dont meet your idols lyrics

[intro: clue]

if i’m being honest with you, loving every part of you is complicated
hard to look you in your eyes when every moment you’re just faded
hard to see you as a person when every time i look inside i don’t see nothing, you’re just satan
that man is not a hero, he don’t give a f+ck about you
every time he looks at you, he’d jump the gun just to clown you
listen to me, listen to what the f+ck i am saying
can’t call me on bullsh+t and act like i’m just hating
you were my hero d, i don’t give a f+ck about what you say, you can’t make me see
how the f+ck do you expect me to think you’re a saving grace?
d you lie about everything, ain’t nothing graceful about that
lying about everything d, maybe your d too
what the f+ck is wrong with you? did you leak your d too?
all them twitter bots, all that sh+t is f+cking fake too
b+tch i f+cking hate you and i think you need to get that
and that fake sh+t, i’m not gonna stand behind that
ain’t no r2d2 that can stand behind a cause
f+ck all that fake sh+t i’m an artist and you’re fake, i’m basquiat and you’re kaws
all that fake sh+t is fake, should’ve left it at that before you act like you ever act like you ever had a f+cking cause
d, do you know what you caused?
you want that man that don’t love you because he’s black and that’s what you want
keep disrespecting the people that love you, keep disrespecting your mom
i don’t give a f+ck about how much money you donate, at this point it’s f+ck the cause
f+ck the money, f+ck the power, f+ck the cause, i want it all
f+ck the influence you speak of
no amount of braids gon reach us
all that fake sh+t is dead, b+tch you ain’t gon reach us
you was supposed to be my idol, f+ck your power, f+ck what you speak of
you were privileged you ain’t ever drive no ford like you say you did
all that sh+t is fake, even your abs, you can’t even sit
f+ck all my idols that’s supposed to my hero’s, i want them dead
people gon find out like i did, d
you need to get that through your f+cking head
it ain’t gon last forever, you need to get that through your head
but you think because you’re rich, you can shower them with money, you do that sh+t instead
you ain’t bigger than me, you were my idol but f+ck you too, you used to wet the bed too, f+ck you too
i don’t give a f+ck about you, matter of fact? i never liked you, i knew this sh+t would happen
lemme stop lying, i f+cking liked you
in my heart, you f+cking stabbed it
all the songs you for me, they mean nothing now, i wish you never f+cking made it
at this point, i hope you die, cus all you die, there ain’t no worth in that
people can’t save you this time, i don’t give a f+ck if you end up on a stream with kai cenat
i hope you struggle, i hope you go broke, i hope you wish, “where the f+ck my cent at?”
don’t meet your hero’s, man f+ck that sh+t
if i knew what i know about you?
i would’ve ducked that sh+t
i would’ve never shook hands with that b+tch
but i did that sh+t
where the f+ck your hands at?
no friends in the industry cus you don’t deserve that
don’t complain about sh+t you deserve

don’t complain about sh+t you deserve

and f+ck all that sh+t, you deserve it

to your downfall, i’m in first place
everything you did, it is useless

[verse 1: thrxosama]
i can’t learn from the words that you tell me
i’ve been sipping that drank and i know it ain’t healthy
you’ve been giving advice but i wish you could help me
you gon’ lie to my face, saying that you feel me
(huh, huh) you just like the rest
finna put you to the test
i got the glock on my lap and your boyfriend right there i’m feeling like him
i told him step back, step back, iso
i’m going stupid i think i’m going psycho
i got the water my neck like a cyclone
she steady knocking i promise i’m not home
i told her come look in my eyes
i cannot stand why you telling these lies
i’m with the crew yeah i stay with guys
open up put me in your life
she said she know, fake police like rino
shooting from the deep
clip is longer than a churro
(huh) you not my idol but you close to it
taking these percs cus i might as well do it
keeping that choppa it speaking real fluent
go get that boy but i don’t want to do it
i took the raf to the back then i flew it
straight to the back man who knew it
they thought i was trash but i been had the blueprint
extended clip on my side imma shoot it
she off of that drank
i’m with off air pull up in a tank
leveling up, went up my rank
you could try to step but you not in my rank
i’m going ghost, go mia
caught that boy that’s kai (x3)
[verse 2: clue]

(fa, fa)
don’t meet your idols, don’t meet your idols they all too entitled
tryna flex that you make money off tidel
but tell me, do you own all of your titles?
tell me, have you ever gone to a bridal?
man, f+ck that sh+t i don’t f+ck with no title
i don’t got no idols cus all of yall fake
i’m the type to pull up, man i’ll shoot you broad day
walk, walk, walk, walk he tryna walk to the top (fa!)
he tryna tread to the top
talk bout the gang? get bopped
f+ckin with me? get dropped. that ain’t no cap sh+t
you lie on the interwebs, you are just captions
gold on my body, i’m yellow like simpson
you started this sh+t, don’t tell me i’m tripping
sorry i love my women, can’t tell me i’m simping
sorry i don’t beat em sorry i don’t got no gut from sippin
sorry i don’t lie about sh+t just to fit in
f+ck that, i’ll crash out if i need to
rocks on my neck, “chrisean” like i need tooth
heart start beating (b’ing) in this sh+t, f+ck a face too, i don’t even f+ck with blue
i don’t f+ck with you, i don’t f+ck tools
only ones in this b+tch, i don’t f+ck with twos
shoot slow at you, cus your minds obtuse
only 10s in this b+tch and you f+ckin with twos at best
body you till you dead, lil b+tch
dry you out till i’m rich, lil b+tch
cross on my neck, real goth sh+t b+tch
not my fault, you don’t understand my fits
matter of fact, lemme flex up in this b+tch
10k$ 25 carats on my wrist
spent like 50k$ up on my b+tch
and i do it cus i want to, not cus i had to just for a chance to give her some d+ck
man, f+ck that fake sh+t b+tch i’m rich!
great in the making, b+tch i’m rick
72 on top and we just took your b+tch
(fa, fa)

- clue thrxosama lyrics

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