(Hook, Goode)

Make me feel so awful and then blame me. Give me credit, dude

Putting up with your drama for so long wasn't ever cool

Tell me that I’m not important, I know that I’m dead to you

You'll just sweep it under the rug, I might as well get the broom

(Verse 1, Goode)

Today's the day that I save myself, maybe

And rid my soul of the pain I've felt lately

Yeah, there are days when I may find help draining

But I know that better days might shelf raining

I'm healing, like a bandagе

Having a ball, like Madden

Servе me the alley oop and I'll dunk on the industry

Tune in and see what happens

I'm bout to write a classic

And, when I die, my name won't be forgotten instantly

(Hook, Goode)

Make me feel so awful and then blame me. Give me credit, dude

Putting up with your drama for so long wasn't ever cool

Tell me that I’m not important, I know that I’m dead to you

You'll just sweep it under the rug, I might as well get the broom

(Verse 2, Spookshow Rain)

You all up on the gram, talk shit you a keyboard warrior

I don’t take lip tho

Pull up to your set and Ima show you what it is

Cause you can’t back it up, you a no show

You wanna play games with me, no control

But you can’t respawn in real life bro

So you better quit playing games with your life

‘Fore i show you how we do it back home, like UH

Go ahead and get the broom

Sweep me under the rug, like a dirty-ass room

Then I run up on your ass like *ZOOM* SONIC

You won’t even know what hit you

Smoking chronic (ay) in a Mazda (ay)

Drinking toxic (ay), no comment (ay)

Bitch i’m one at the function and i’m bout to get it poppin'

You’d think that I’m goin' stupid in this bitch the way i lost it

I’m drippin' in your girl’s kitchen like a fucking faucet

Yeah, I’m trippin' off a tab, shoulda just tossed it

But I’m dropping cash on shit, but i don’t care what it’s cost me

(Like UH!) Rollin' gas, so fat, in the cut it’ll blow your mind

But you can’t hit that shit, it’s mine

Fuckin' with me, you wastin time (WHAT)

Ima stack my dough

But I’ll run up on your ass like a track meet tho (WHAT)

Coming at my crew? you gon’ die motherfucker, don’t test me bro

When the last time you cried?

Have you ever seen yo best friend die?

Some people in my life want a slice of my pie

But they don’t wanna do what it takes to cut it

Man I get so high, feelin' like I’m on a summit

Play the track one time, man I think I need to run it

My homies, they taught me to better myself

Otherwise I’d be underground dwelling in hell

(Hook, Goode)

Make me feel so awful and then blame me. Give me credit, dude

Putting up with your drama for so long wasn't ever cool

Tell me that I’m not important, I know that I’m dead to you

You'll just sweep it under the rug, I might as well get the broom

(Outro, Goode)

Make me - FUCK

That's not it

Make me - FUCK

That's not it

Make me - FUCK

That's not it

Make me - FUCK