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fitzy mess - exhibition 2 lyrics

i wanna get some ass in backseats in aston martins
but how will i make it there, sit down fitz your classes started
first you gotta get on facebook and act r+t+rded
drop these little raps and rape jokes that are crash and heartless
never really proud when family hears a track regardless
i was such a good boy polite and maybe actually charming
they sent me to a place that’s sandy like bikini bottom
i came home with a potty mouth and a minor drinking problem
when i first separated jesus, i was so depressed
a hopeless mess, i found a way of keeping my emotions checked
by smoking dope and sipping jack and cokes
when trying to cope with stress
no regrets, our focus now i’ll blow up cuz my flow possessed
and if i make it big i’m pulling in a moguls check
ill still be sippin 40s on the corner like a homeless vet
hey yo i’m easygoing now but homie don’t forget
that i’m from where the seasons always open on opponents threats
lost cause getting off this booze and we’re the posse of goons
we’re getting saucy at noon, feeling awesome and cool
but yo im awfully screwed up, so vex the white boy and bring a coffin to school punk
it’s right im talking to you, feet still all bruised up you can’t walk in my shoes
all this freedom ever did was leave me awfully confused
i got too long of a leash and way too short of a fuse
im impatient and i never handled anger well
i was raised in a neighborhood full of ne’er do wells
so if i ever make it you know i’m about to raise some h+ll
i tell them all to go straight to h+ll and book it like i’m dave chappelle
i used to take the l train to go and make a sell
and now i stay in great hotels for work and they pay me well
ill be grinding, to the jet is how i’m flying out
i want to be that 1% that these college students cry about
and when my bottom row of t++th is all diamond’d out
i guarantee these stuck up tinder b+tches start replying now
it’s not about the money, f+ck what all y’all think
i got dreams of banging groupies on a gold yard mink
you could dab until your purple, pour that purple in your drink
but it’s not gonna fix the fact that your flows all stink
i was on a stupid brooklyn count and figures
i saw my boys up the block like what’s up my…. (slowly fade out)
hold up never mind that, maybe i should try another genre besides rap
sometimes i feel like my life already climaxed
best years of my life spent abiding by a time hack
i might snap and bite down like a flytrap
or maybe i should flatten every tire on a bike rack
my first day in junior high, i was stupid high
and had a dream of bringing groups of guys to get euthanized
i wanna wear a suit and tie next to jewish guys
who provide defense when i commit a verbal suicide
i want to get sued for music, get into the booth and lose it
higher than those kids getting pulled over in super troopers
i’m freaking out man, but really though in my defense
ill make it to the top without a gimmick, i just rhyme the best

- fitzy mess lyrics

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