CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hoodie
I woke up with my hoodie on, already fragile fragments of the future
Run the subtle thoughts and hands that steady
Use whatever's left of all my wishes just to make this moment better
b*t*hes pick my brain to get a glimpse, so clever
Rolling through the woods with a flock of wicked witches
b*t*hes tell me what to do sometimes I listen (listen)
Hiding in the shadows just to set a fire
I justify my actions with the bottle after all the f**king heroes die
When the world burns, I bet they thank him
And if they disagree I make these n***as huff my jenkum
I'm a superstar, it's a shame
I love the smell of dirty rabbits, habits hella odd
All the b*t*hes call me god
Have a heart of steel and the will of fire
And in the shadows of the night, you always hear sirens
Take these b*t*h n***as out the game man
Motherf**kers can't step to a motherf**ker like me, written by the real n***a with the [?]
I woke up with my hoodie on, already fragile fragments of the future
Run the subtle thoughts and hands that steady
Use whatever's left of all my wishes just to make this moment better
n***as pick my brain to get a glimpse, so clever
Rolling through the woods with a flock of wicked witches
b*t*hes tell me what to do sometimes I listen
Hiding in the shadows just to set a fire
I justify my actions with the bottle after all the f**king heroes die
Run the subtle thoughts and hands that steady
Use whatever's left of all my wishes just to make this moment better
b*t*hes pick my brain to get a glimpse, so clever
Rolling through the woods with a flock of wicked witches
b*t*hes tell me what to do sometimes I listen (listen)
Hiding in the shadows just to set a fire
I justify my actions with the bottle after all the f**king heroes die
When the world burns, I bet they thank him
And if they disagree I make these n***as huff my jenkum
I'm a superstar, it's a shame
I love the smell of dirty rabbits, habits hella odd
All the b*t*hes call me god
Have a heart of steel and the will of fire
And in the shadows of the night, you always hear sirens
Take these b*t*h n***as out the game man
Motherf**kers can't step to a motherf**ker like me, written by the real n***a with the [?]
I woke up with my hoodie on, already fragile fragments of the future
Run the subtle thoughts and hands that steady
Use whatever's left of all my wishes just to make this moment better
n***as pick my brain to get a glimpse, so clever
Rolling through the woods with a flock of wicked witches
b*t*hes tell me what to do sometimes I listen
Hiding in the shadows just to set a fire
I justify my actions with the bottle after all the f**king heroes die
