Suicideboys - Realism VS Idealism

$uicideboy$ - Realism VS Idealism

Squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
Squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
R-r-reason to give up, r-r-reason to give up
Squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up

They call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica
All these hoes splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no end, it's a must
If I pop a Xanny, bet I be [?]
Splatter kids all in her mouth like she's allergic to my nut
Give her a taste of me, pistol green like its a buck
Trigger squeezin' like I'm fiendin' for a reason to give up
Bend ya knees, make ya bleed, like I could really give a fuck
Ducked against my spleen, I make you bleed and fill you up
Yeah, fuck the static, I'm an addict
Back at it, like a chiropractor, crack addict
If I want it I'm a have it, knock you off your fucking planet
motherfucking maggot
Yeah, pants saggin', red flaggin'
I'ma get the bag, whatever's
All these fuck boys I be slappin'
I don't got time for all your cappin'
I'm a conjurer