JPEGMAFIA — SICK, NERVOUS & BROKE!

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You think you fucking—
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Kurt
Man

Why the fuck you say that shit you say if you ain’t mean it?
I don’t believe it
She bumpin’ Brent but she black as Ben Carson (Yeah-yeah)
Back in the bricks, I was givin’ dick to all my sergeants (Yeah-yeah)

I know you mad ’cause your friends ain’t no Gs (Not at all)
And we got straps as big as Thug in my apartment (One, one)
Keep it on the hip when I load the clip and blow the cartridge (Bah)
And aim the heat at your garments, boy

What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin’ a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You bought that, I forgot but bitch, I’m never letting go

I got ’em on a roll (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing a left and get him gone (Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke

And they still take me as some j— (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin’ me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I’m in court
I can’t keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)

Lil’ Bruce Wayne, I’m so special with it
tryna turn McGuinness
Black Canaro puttin’ on a cleaning (Yeah)
They don’t know how I’m doin’ it, still stuck on how I did it, weak

I wish I would sidechain that kick to a beat, bitch, please
That shit you need (Bum)
Complete
Hmm

Why the fuck I’m still here walking ’round if you a demon?
You see? (Mm-mm) I don’t believe it (Not at all)
I shoot my shit, I don’t ever miss, better hit my target (Yeah-yeah)
And it go lil’ quick, I’m the raw nigga start it (Yeah-yeah)

I don’t know why you hate, ’cause you don’t feel safe in your own apartment?
(Nah)
I don’t know why you hate, ’cause you know you lame but know you balling?
(Check it out)

Yeah, I see the bitch in you niggas, I know that’s common (Uh)
The money can’t change how a bitch nigga start it (Check it out)
End up makin’ threats (Yeah), start off paying homage (Shocked)
Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (Brrah)

Bitch, drop your nuts, I’m tired of tweetin’ and talking
Pretty socks, big Glocks, bitch, I’m with the nonsense, come here
What about that shit you say they did when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin’ a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)

The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You bought that, I forgot but bitch, I’m never letting go
I got ’em on a roll (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing a left and get him gone (Uh)

Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j— (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin’ me, baby, or do you need it more?

I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I’m in court
I can’t keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)
Lil’ Bruce Wayne, I’m so special with it
tryna turn McGuinness

Black Canaro puttin’ on a cleaning (Yeah)
They don’t know how I’m doin’ it, still stuck on how I did it, weak
Uh
Uh

where that go
Man, that album is fire
It has some shit on there, but man

It has some shit on there that’s just like, woo
There’s a song on there that’s actually too ****
Really?
Yeah, they had to make **** fucking versions to take it off

It was just like too ****
It just can’t be stomached by the…
No, no, it was like the first track
I was like, «Oh my God»

I like it, but I was like
So okay, let’s do that again
Yeah
It’s just the whole thing, so just sing with me

You selfish like me
It’s why we get along famously
It’s too late for me, baby
I don’t wanna be sold out, baby

I don’t wanna be stressed out for profit
I don’t wanna be gone that long
Okay, you’ll get yours and I’ll get mine
You’ll get yours and I’ll get mine

And then like
You can alternate any of those, whatever you want