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synical - first hit lyrics

everyone hate me in first place
but you ain’t say sh-t to my face
don’t worry i ain’t getting stressed
you just hating that i’m the best
i ain’t got sins i already confessed
walk in, i’m the best dressed
and you know you impressed
i’ve come to learn you face it
all these haters be basic
basic minded, simply ugly
got your looks from your mummy (ew)
i ain’t catch feelings, i catch racks
they say what i do, i say destroy tracks
and i ain’t got time to now relax
they try to say that i’m ignored
but i put the pedal to the floor
speed off, this ain’t a zafira
you f-ck worse then (ooh)
no one look worse than you
and i know that’s now true
i got these girls in my view
your boy ain’t got his crew
bad luck, bad f-ck, bad suck
whatever, he’s now a cuck
lost them all for a seconds
it ain’t take me two seconds
to beat you, in anything
i ain’t overthinking everything
i’m just thinking the ways to win
this ain’t the end, we only just begin
drop you so hard, where’s your kin
you a psycho, where’s the loony bin

take the depression, burn it
take the tracks, we turn it
take your heart, i’ll curse it
you ain’t nothing but a first hit

you now trying to beat women
your girl ain’t catch feelings
so you take it out, bad sport
too bad now you got caught
you ain’t ever had a sober thought
get high, start driving your car
smoking up all that tar
you’re gonna die, while young
every word that leaves your tongue
is a lie, ain’t that the truth
just wanna murder the booth
but murdering you is an option
you need drugs just to function
every word i spit causes damage
you can’t even make a sandwich
no one can speak your language
got kids, in your cars back seat
i heard it all, ain’t that a treat
are you ready for defeat
you just beating your meat
because she ain’t good for sh-t
she only cheats and dives
she try and ruin our lives
but she failed, now i’m here
didn’t even cry a single tear
i faked it all, i faked my fall
now she’s tryna crawl
she coming back to me
but i’ve got stacks to see
let me practice please
how to end up in your place
just mad that ill win this race
just mad i’ll beat this case
what’s that? a bruised face?
i can see your fate coming
don’t try and keep running
think i’m dumb but i’m cunning
this is the end of your chapter
got your credit card i’ll max ya
so far back that i’ll fax ya
got money? so i’ll tax ya
wait, your balance is zero
i open it up i see the o
mad cause you lost control
over me, now i’m sober me
try to get this one over me
lying about your depression
you do it for attention
he ask his mates for clothes
while he’s out f-cking hoes
says he’s in love (that’s bullsh-t)
rule number 1 trust no b-tch
cut you so deep, you need a st-tch
even worse than the wicked witch
you know you a twisted b-tch
mummy can’t keep food in the fridge
your girl should be in the kitch
she say my music is now sh-t
but she the one promoting it
paid 70 just to advertise
and now i don’t believe the lies
she come back and she cries
saying that she wants me back
you can try and hide the fact
but your relationship is fake

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