NOuTleT Lyrics

Letters come together
WHEN my pens a better petter
To the pages saved in leather
When the sage’s under pressure
On my liger pride I Gundam
Saving private Ryan bundam
Started kicking till you fund ’em
Tig is ticking till you run’d ’em

Every single message
Never feed until it’s read
It’s in your head (x2)
I see yo bed I see yo dead

Stumble on a trip
You claim a humble one a whip
And he don’t wanna get a lick
So Jimmy Jon sick on a sip
He never wanted all the pain
Never asked to go insane
Didn’t want all of the hate created
From the dung you bring

Every single time
He takes the time to realign
You just seize the opportunity
To tint a brighter shine
And claim it all was done on own
And brag how brightly light is shown
Without a minisculely modicum
Of backing with no bone

Counterfeiting
How ya living
Fake and vacant
Valor isn’t one of your priorities
How’s your trousers
Soaking innit

Don’t worry the drought is coming
Meet the heat when doubt was funny
Retaliacion’s my name
Vengeance is business rich as honey

I don’t want your fucking money
You can’t pay your way out, running
Face your fear with honor brother
Bet you feel it in your stomach

Can’t you see it coming now
Eyes so wide it’s panoramic
Don’t ask me why question how
Until now that I could stand it

You should really keep your leashes
On yourselves, you rell’s facetious
‘Stead of necks of sleeping beasts
That feast on people’s
Reek of weakness

Did you really think you had me
Just because I fucking let you
Have your way for twenty seconds
Roach you best approach corrected

Time is ticking yours is up
You’ve had your fun I’ve had enough
Of waiting for a sign or symbol
You don’t deserve popped you pimple

Always all up in the face of
Someone just want clean and simple
Take a sledge upside your head
I’m bout to turn you to a dimple

What’s your fucking problem now
Y’all niggas driving me mental
Take your beef up with the cattle
‘Fore I feed the pigs your dental
You brought your bullshit to me
Don’t go acting sentimental
I caught you in 4K-D with
Booted leggings selling rentals

How you authentically faux
100% unoriginally made from
Copied clones, you
Genuinely gyp admissions

You must be a Polaroid
The way your shaking makes it clearer
Exposure’s a dozer to the dirt you
Work to smear the mirrors

You can’t even face yourself
You hide from what you try to save
Nobody’s qualified to help you
Get out of your own way

Ain’t tryina be therapeutic
Lost all hope you’ll grow into it
Seventy five the centage represented
I’m more than quarter sure you’re two-bit

– Nicholas King