[Chorus 1: Breadman44]
(Bread is gonna make some dough)
Setback in time so far, I'm in the future
Chain so heavy, it weighs more than my computer
Annoying ass kid on the mic, I might just mute him
And I don't like Lil boy so I might just shoot him
Ay, and I'm making bars
Made a little song called you've gone too far
Balls across your face like a grandfather clock
Cheese hella drippy like grandfather's cock
[Verse 1: Breadman44]
This so lit, I'm feelin' like FE!N
This so lit, I'm feelin' like green
I'm so square, I'm feelin' like Steve
I'm feelin' so free like a dog with no leash
And I don't even shower but I'm so clean
Bars so strong, they punch through the screen
Like a double entendre, I'm seein' two things
Like a gurt with no yo, I'm useless as a flea
It's tickle time like the hit Flep beat
I'm 'boutta rhyme beat with beat
Alls I'm tryna do is rap on beat
This might get a remix, yeah, that would be heat
Broke my hand last year, I need a cast
In Among Us, crewmates always do their task
I fucked that hoe but I didn't even last
Call me the hit king song 'cause she shattered me like glass
I bought fine shyt flowers but she didn't bat an eye
All these mishaps and setbacks just be going by
If you had your own kite, would you fly it in the sky?
All my lyrics cliché but I don't even mind
One day, I'm gonna be a star
One day, I'm gonna buy some cars
One day, I'll make my mama proud
I hope you diddybluds don't even doubt
[Interlude: Breadman44, Seventh Hourr, Sweet Female Attitude]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, ay, ay, ay)
Bread tryna act like Siggs with all these ays
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
I'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Living without you is driving me insane
(Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
[Verse 2: Seventh Hourr]
I'm also on the song with Breadman
Lyrics so hot they come to me to get a tan
Blue sky's out, like my feature verse on Breaking Bands
Haven't done a song since October, but forget it man
Signed me the day I dropped Lemonade
It took a few minutes, needed to persuade
Chose to get in it like the Bluetooth days
Like Queen Street, I met with all my comrades
And made some absolute heat like lava
Tell Calvin Harris, 'cause I met them in the summer
Putting the latest memes in every verse
Lil boy took pride in saying he would not curse
But I don't know if I set myself back
Because half of my old music was trash
Introduced too many people to my tracks
Now I can't change the fact that they think I'm ass
It all fits better with the old meme rap
That we used to do before '9K got traction
So I have to take some sort of action
To let them forget my bad songs, a distraction
Said I made the best songs on Atarashi Mirai
Now it's something I need to prove
So I'mma keep rapping 'till 8092
I'm gonna do posthumous albums like Juice
(I miss you Juice WRLD)
(I miss you XXXTentacion)
(I bring you flowers)
(He stole PinkPantheress’ song, he’s just like me for real, for real)
Took all of Siggs’ money, now he’s in crippling debt
Smoked all the diddybluds, now the diddycrips are left
(Breadman’s gonna be here shortly)
[Chorus 2: Breadman44]
Setback in time so far, I'm in the future
Chain so heavy, it weighs more than my computer
Annoying ass kid on the mic, I might just mute him
And I don't like Lil boy so I might just shoot him
Ay, and I'm making bars
Made a little song called you've gone too far
Balls across your face like a grandfather clock
Cheese hella drippy like grandfather's cock
[Outro: Breadman44 & Sweet Female Attitude]
I'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Living without you is driving me insane
I'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain
Living without you is driving me insane