Dante Gabriel - Distxrted Prxblems Lyrics

Stop fucking with me
Ay,
Yuh
Woke up distorted
Memory forget it
Bathe in whiskey til' sunrise
Fuck your supplies
I don't need you
Demon in disguise
Moving way too evil
Hologram
You see through
Tell me they don't believe you
Bitch I don't either
Niggas beg for features
Nigga we not equals
Spit when I'm feeling lethal
Imagine what this nine do
If I stop
And get to bussin,
Bussin, (burn)
Bussin, (burn)
Bussin (burn)
Bussin,
What's the problem?
Fuck let solve it
Bitch full auto
Suddenly they got problems with me
Face to face, nobody wanna speak
Niggas tweaking every damn week
Keep that same energy next time you see me
Ain't my fault your bitch wanna link
Finger-fuck herself to my songs on repeat
Pussy run up, 'nother widow gon grieve
How you gon' shoot with a knife in yo spleen?
Stop all that barking, you sound fucking weak
Coughing up blood, trynna scream like me
Don't stare too long, you ain't seen the deep end
Shrooms for the weekend, still self-seeking
Selfish, helpless, hell-bent demon
Living in hell
Still willing to kill
I been cursed with a gift
I'm bipolar, and my life is just a product of my struggles
Roll a spliff I'll forget it (forget it)
Fuck the past had to dead it (dead it)
I'm too focused on the vision
Don't need peace, I want vengeance
For my dogs imma get it
Don't need peace, I want
(get it , get it, get it)
Fuck let's get it
I'm still rising, fuck a pinnacle
Been tryna count commas
Life got me counting coffins
Why despise me?
See me through and through
Got no loved ones to remind me
Still I'm striving
Twenty-Four, living lavish
New bitch causing havoc
She the baddest
I'm addicted
Infernus be the clique bitch
Get burned or get with it (yea)
Living in hell
Still willing to kill
I been cursed with a gift
I'm bipolar, and my life is just a product of my struggles
(Ugh, ugh)

Suddenly they got problems with me
Face to face, nobody wanna speak
Niggas tweaking every damn week
Keep that same energy next time you see me
Ain't my fault your bitch wanna link
Finger-fuck herself to my songs on repeat
Pussy run up, 'nother widow gon grieve
How you gon' shoot with a knife in yo spleen?
Stop all that barking, you sound fucking weak
Coughing up blood, trynna scream like me
Don't stare too long, you ain't seen the deep end
Shrooms for the weekend, still self-seeking
Selfish, helpless, hell-bent demon
Need one reason ain't going down that easy
Ain't going (nah)
Pussy