Desperado

These days I feel like I'm in newtons cradle Momentum conserved when I spew out a fable Never concerned with the weight of my actions They taken aback when they see I'm unstable Constant collisions, like you can't predict it Entropy heightened, behaviors exhibit Phenomenon that could not be superstitious Now I'm restating my ways with the physics Swear I'm a pro at this shit (I'm a pro) Got PHD in my niche (Yeah I got it) Me and your bitch got some chemistry (Chemistry) Making these bonds when we meet (When we meet) Know that we releasing energy (Ugh) Sweating off all of this heat (Ugh) Know that I'm tryna replenish (Replenish) Fiending for that ATP (Bitch I'm fiending) I got a lot on my plate it's a feast Can't give a f*ck when they ask for a piece Tell these lil maggots stop riding my meat I chew in abundance whenever I eat And now I can't stomach the taste of your treat And you reluctant to give it to me Then I'm like f*ck that bitch I'mma do me Then I'm like f*ck that shit (Then I'm like, Then I'm like, I'mma do-) Thoughts are so dense but my words are so hollow You cannot fiddle with this desperado I steal emotion; I put it in bottles I sell it for cheap, then buy tickets for lotto Crying; I just hear staccato vibrato To me your feelings tomayto tomahto Can't differentiate anger and sorrow Can't deal with this shit so I'm out to chicago When things get rocky detach like Apollo Rushin' to fight like your last name was Drago I f*ck a model while poppin' a bottle While she's in my phone: what you doing tomorrow? Can't cause I'm busy, she wonder where is he I'm doing shit different, I'm pushing this throttle My truth is iffy, my morals are distant She begging for me to just stay on the call though Thoughts are so dense but my words are so hollow You cannot fiddle with this desperado I steal emotion; I put it in bottles I sell it for cheap, then buy tickets for lotto Crying; I just hear staccato vibrato To me your feelings tomayto tomahto Can't differentiate anger and sorrow Can't deal with this shit so I'm (Out to chicago) When things get rocky detach like Apollo You rushin' to fight like your last name was Drago I f*ck a model while poppin' a bottle While she's in my phone: what you doing tomorrow? Can't cause I'm busy, they wonder where is he I'm doing shit different; pushing this throttle My truth is iffy, my morals are distant She begging for me to just