CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nothing But Parasites.
gotta do this sh*t
I've been depressed as f**k for the past... (Z)
How many years has it been? Oh (Z, Z, Z)
Eighteen years of my life (Z, Z, bringing the Z sh*t back)
Seventeen, nineteen, twenty, f**king forever (I’m bringing it back, bringing that Z sh*t back)
f**king forever, f**k it, ayy (f**k it, Z, Z, Z)
Ayy, yeah, ayy (Z, alright, f**king hate myself)
All I wanted was some help, now it's f**k everybody (Z, Z)
In your city, in a lobby [?] (Z, Z, Z, sh*t)
Everybody give a sh*t when they ain't f**k with me (Z)
Now they f**k with me because a n***a got some Zs (Z, Z, Z)
Got some Zs, E, got a couple Zs, Z sh*t
Got some Zs, E, got a couple Zs, Z sh*t
He don’t get no sleep, he don't get no sleep
He don't get no sleep, he a f**king creep, ayy
Watch me run up in your city with a cigarette (Z sh*t)
Watch me run up in your city, get her coochie wet (Z)
She ain't f**k with me, she ain't f**k the team (Z)
She only like me 'cause I got a couple Zs
In the backseat with a cigarette on me, Z
b*t*h, I'm depressed, what else do I f**king mean? Z
All my songs talk about how sad I am, Z
Need to hype that sh*t up and get another beat, Z
All this sh*t I got on guitar, they ain't f**k with me Z
Got me screaming all these years, tryna f**king scream, Z
I am sick of screaming, I am sick of talking, E, Z
They ain’t like me ’cause I'm- *coughing*
All this f**king screaming got my voice stressed out (Z sh*t)
Can’t even raise my voice without letting a breath out (Z sh*t)
I keep coughing, keep talking to these fake boys (Z sh*t)
And these fake b*t*hes, and, boy, I'm so annoyed (Z, Z sh*t)
f**k every b*t*h I've ever came into communication with
You stress me the f**k out (Yo, stop talking 'bout yourself)
(Stop talking ’bout yourself)
The absolute [?] all hell f**k out (Stop, yo, bring- bring- bring the- bring the the rap back)
Okay, yeah
They wanna hear me growl over on a f**king beat
b*t*h, y'all don't hear that song that I just did with Jay Vee
About 8 months ago, that was real tears
n***as called that sh*t trash, well, they probably f**king right
They probably right
They probably f**king right
Whatever
I've been depressed as f**k for the past... (Z)
How many years has it been? Oh (Z, Z, Z)
Eighteen years of my life (Z, Z, bringing the Z sh*t back)
Seventeen, nineteen, twenty, f**king forever (I’m bringing it back, bringing that Z sh*t back)
f**king forever, f**k it, ayy (f**k it, Z, Z, Z)
Ayy, yeah, ayy (Z, alright, f**king hate myself)
All I wanted was some help, now it's f**k everybody (Z, Z)
In your city, in a lobby [?] (Z, Z, Z, sh*t)
Everybody give a sh*t when they ain't f**k with me (Z)
Now they f**k with me because a n***a got some Zs (Z, Z, Z)
Got some Zs, E, got a couple Zs, Z sh*t
Got some Zs, E, got a couple Zs, Z sh*t
He don’t get no sleep, he don't get no sleep
He don't get no sleep, he a f**king creep, ayy
Watch me run up in your city with a cigarette (Z sh*t)
Watch me run up in your city, get her coochie wet (Z)
She ain't f**k with me, she ain't f**k the team (Z)
She only like me 'cause I got a couple Zs
In the backseat with a cigarette on me, Z
b*t*h, I'm depressed, what else do I f**king mean? Z
All my songs talk about how sad I am, Z
Need to hype that sh*t up and get another beat, Z
All this sh*t I got on guitar, they ain't f**k with me Z
Got me screaming all these years, tryna f**king scream, Z
I am sick of screaming, I am sick of talking, E, Z
They ain’t like me ’cause I'm- *coughing*
All this f**king screaming got my voice stressed out (Z sh*t)
Can’t even raise my voice without letting a breath out (Z sh*t)
I keep coughing, keep talking to these fake boys (Z sh*t)
And these fake b*t*hes, and, boy, I'm so annoyed (Z, Z sh*t)
f**k every b*t*h I've ever came into communication with
You stress me the f**k out (Yo, stop talking 'bout yourself)
(Stop talking ’bout yourself)
The absolute [?] all hell f**k out (Stop, yo, bring- bring- bring the- bring the the rap back)
Okay, yeah
They wanna hear me growl over on a f**king beat
b*t*h, y'all don't hear that song that I just did with Jay Vee
About 8 months ago, that was real tears
n***as called that sh*t trash, well, they probably f**king right
They probably right
They probably f**king right
Whatever
