perfectly cut scream

By Quadeca

On SCRAPYARD (Vinyl Version)

Released on May 1, 2024

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[Intro]

You and I

You belong here somewhere

(Oh, oh, oh)

Yeah


[Verse]

I say exactly what I do, and it's done

Today they asked me how I knew I'm the one

I looked in the mirror, it's clear, I guess

Became exactly who I knew I'd become

Saying that it's just a fluke, are you dumb?

I shouldn't have nothing to prove to anyone

By now, there's nothing new under the sun, okay, okay

I just got one straight out of my drawer

Look at how I won, they proud of my tour

I write ones with the W like some Korean money

But I got a thousand times more

Still the same me, right down to my core

People hate me, by now, I'm just bored

Been on the same shit since 2004

I don't even really know how to count anymore

Uh

I'm at a level you can't quantify

I ain't even rapped in a year and I'm still on your

Year-end Wrapped on your mo'fuckin Spotify

How the fuck could I be embarrassed?

Bitch, I blew up in my cringe era

Bitch, I blew up in my mid era

I'm on a new amount of sincerity

Do a joke, you been parody

Don't hit me 'til you're in therapy

And you know what?

Everything that I post nuts, have some real clarity, ah!

(I'm sorry, my bad, my bad, hahaha)

You'll never get bored of me, not yet

I'm back and I'm already on next

Wrote a song, they perform it in contest

Make these songs and record 'em in context

You got an inferiority complex

When I finished recording this project

Your girl sent you a horribly long text

Yeah

Better read that shit

Three dots showing, you delete that shit

New essay sittin' underneath that shit

I'm in Norway sitting on a beanbag

Kickin' my feet back, fuck all your feedback

You be trying to tweet at me, playing backseat career

From the back seat, always trying to grab me and steer

Can't pass me, I'm here, running laps

Not one soul train like me, playing back seat Nahmir

I'm sitting on masterpieces

Like wait a few months, now I'm back, reappear

Been gone for like half of a year

Now I'm back in the clear, now I'm back in the lead

Don't drop the ball, just pass it to me

Check the scoreboard, I'm happy to see

Your shit is artificially hard

It's all fucking Viagra to me

Fall off the charts, Niagara to me

[Unintelligible] Aah!