Short Circuit

By YFA

Released on October 24, 2020

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Yuh, pull up on me and you gon get dropped

I’m only reaching the top, yuh aye

You know that I can’t stop, aye yuh

I never fuck with no opp, yuh aye

Sometimes I know that I make the show stop

But I know this shit is a bop

Yuh, bitch!

I feel like an animal, trapped in a cage

Against the machine, this is my rage

YFA $ubparallel, remember that name

Eyes rolling low like I’m surrounded with haze

Asking is this my death or is this just a phase?

Speaking my mind, but my words are a graze

Don’t wanna die young but can’t envision more days

I’m lost in my mind like my brain is a maze

Let’s get to the point

Stay talking shit, yuh, and I’ll stay making hits

You started hating just to hide the fact you never fit, yuh aye

I shot up the spot and sold all the evidence for a profit (FA, bitch)

Moods always changing but I guess that’s the reason there’s fire I spit, aye, yuh

It’s the end of the line, before your life’s over

I’m taking your breath so you be talking slower

My life is a comedy, like i’m the joker

Seems like a tragedy, can’t find no closure

You pulling up as a scare like October

When i pull up know your life is over

Your vision turn white like a picture, exposure

I ride wit a strap so do not get closer, like

I ride wit a strap

Do not get closer fore it starts to motherfucking clap, yuh

Fuck around, up in your skull is a cap and I’m using that shit so i can fill the gaps

Returning the favor, you was throwing crap

And you was throwing names so i’m spitting these raps

Fall in my circle and fall in these traps

Send shots in your brain, you was throwing lies like a rat, yuh

Yuh, I’m making an impact, these niggas talk shit

Whole lotta motherfucking drugs in the mix

“It’s all in your mind” bullshit

Sending shots through your brain like I’m ominous

I’m up next in this city, like obvious

In 21 I’ll be victorious

Tell everyone that I’m glorious

Empty magazine, I’m notorious

I think I’m insane, or I’m just possessed

All of these pills, yeah I think I’m obsessed

I’m tryna relieve all of this stress, but I can’t catch my fucking breath

24/7 I’m popping these pills but it don’t take my stress

Dispose of the body while thinking who’s next

Sending these shots out at your motherfucking chest, yuh

Popping these pills everyday, think i’m next

Shoot up the spot, don’t fuck with the best

Pull up on us, we gon lay you to rest

Pay attention to who you are rising against

This is a warning, know what to expect

So examine this shit fore you approach your death

Hating on me acting like you’re up next

And know this shit never been a test

(Pause)

Negative thoughts, yeah I’m lost in my head

Sometimes I think that I’m already dead

I live in hell, I see them wishing me well

Hoping it got to my head

More important shit, you fucking round instead

A death makes a chain reaction, needle and a thread

Cause I heard some shots in the block, got me paranoid, I think they’re wanting me dead, yuh