YungStove
My Fault
You think I should slow down
That’s just as hard
As killing the clown
When I rap you all come around
Swearing you were always there
Bitch I don’t care
What you say
It ain't ever gonna change the way
I think of you
Bitch you do you
And I will too
Muthafucka come at me
See how hard ill swing
Ill beat you to the ground
Fucka
Come fuck with me
Fucka
Take a look at me
Fuck it
I struck it
Pluck it
Fuck I can’t think of words
I’m not like the nerds
Anymore
Fuck it I’m a rapper to the core
I’ll kill this whore
Before shes off at the store
Then
I’ll kill myself
Just cuz I’m an elf
Always slavin away
Like everyday
Jesus, why do I say
The stuff I do
Is it to get away
From everyone
Cuz I’m on the run
Because I’m not the son
I’m supposed to be
But you don’t see
What goes on behind the scenes
I write the songs
It’s not good enough
I fix my mistakes
Yea that’s tough
But not good enough
Yeah, I’ll never be good enough