repurcussions

I don't wanna f*ck shit, no repercussions Run around my home, till I get a little concussion When I make a song, you know I have to rush it All my lyrics made, when I'm all on this dumb shit I don't wanna f*ck shit, no repercussions Run around my home, till I get a little concussion When I make a song, you know I have to rush it All my lyrics made, when I'm all on this dumb shit Your boy wanna f*ck around with me, Imma put him in his earth Take him out of reality, then put him back like its a birth Then he'll sit around flabbergasted, cause I know it'll be his first And, all this shit that happens, it will not be unrehearsed But, the only thing that'll happen, he'll be knocked out at the worst And that's one of the many things that helps me feed my thirst He'll even be too scared to come around and converse But this whole shit dumb cause I don't wanna f*ck shit, no repercussions Run around my home, till I get a little concussion When I make a song, you know I have to rush it All my lyrics made, when I'm all on this dumb shit I don't wanna f*ck shit, no repercussions Run around my home, till I get a little concussion When I make a song, you know I have to rush it All my lyrics made, when I'm all on this dumb shit I don't know why but my head fucked up like the earth I know this girl named Astrid, she's a little cheap flirt Can't comprehend feeling, doesn't know when people hurt Just wanna stomp people back in the dirt I don't wanna f*ck shit, no repercussions Run around my home, till I get a little concussion When I make a song, you know I have to rush it All my lyrics made, when I'm all on this dumb shit I don't wanna f*ck shit, no repercussions Run around my home, till I get a little concussion When I make a song, you know I have to rush it All my lyrics made, when I'm all on this dumb shit