mulligan

Aye, aye Uh, look Lemme tell ya whatcha don't know Alright Uh, look This ain't about you, yup it's about me I keep away from all of y'all at every single outing Ya got me turnin' green and feelin' mean and rather grouchy I'll tell ya f*ck ya to your face these days, I'm rather mouthy So let me tell you a story about me just allow me Thoughts screamin' in my head so I gotta say 'em loud please When I'm feelin' low and sittin' home and feelin' pouty This what help me out the dark, so this may get a little rowdy 'Cause none of you safe I tend to be the downfall of myself The one that I break I've fucked up too many times I've put too much on my plate And shit I've made some mistakes But that's what make me so great Been to court in two different states I'm a little psychotic with the cadence, I hope y'all can relate I'll rip ya head, I'll spit in the jar, then send it back to yo place I'm writin' sad songs but right now nah man I can't spit with no mace Don't want you tearin' up on me with these hard 808's So keep it together Chris, you came too hard like straight out the gate Gotta turn down the demons so I tell 'em stay in they place I'm havin' a pep talk with them now, they say nonsense you doin' great I think we live in this hell together forever, this our fates, ooo In a city of lost angels, (angels) Who just trying to find their wings too, (wings too) Get too lost in the sauce I know so many like me lookin' for a re-do (Yeah, we lookin' for a re-do) Then we do it all again like a mulligan Treat tomorrow like a sequel, (sequel) Then we do it all again like a mulligan Treat tomorrow like a sequel, a sequel This how y'all sound when y'all talk to me I swear Aye, aye, look They be like yo I peeped yo music I'm an instant fan But you don't look like no rapper that I see up on Instagram That app is like fools gold, because it is a insta-scam I don't be flashy, just be rappin' like no one's business fam Get it man, f*ck those fake diamonds you flexin', insta-glam And a fake friend is what I'm snippin', yeah Think you gettin' close to me But if you come at me sideways, get insta-banned Banned from my life, that's right and then you catch these insta-hands I don't think y'all understand, I'm bouncin' back like rubber bands Until we fuckin' in the south of France, tryna catch a tan But wouldn't have it any other way , this comeback right on brand And the greatest comeback on earth is what you witnessin' In a city of lost angels, (angels) Who just trying to find their wings too, (wings too) Get too lost in the sauce I know so many like me lookin' for a re-do (Yeah, a re-do) Then we do it all again like a mulligan Treat tomorrow like a sequel, (sequel) Then we do it all again like a mulligan Treat tomorrow like a sequel, a sequel