Текст песни ME VS. ME - Lil Mabu

Me vs. me
I feel like it's me vs. me (I feel like it's me vs. me)
I feel like (me vs. me), I feel like (me vs. me)
Me vs. me, me vs. me, me vs, me vs, me vs, me vs, me vs, me vs, me vs (Luke, shut up)

My friend told me, "Pop a bean" (pop that sh-)
He started counted down from three
I ain't takin' that sh-, told him, "Leave"
But the devil with me sayin', "Please" (ha)

He took the Perc' and rolled up his sleeves (rolled up his sleeves)
Popped the cap off some liquid codeine
He took my cup, started pourin' up lean (yeah)
Should I rap or get a degree? (I don't know)

I feel like it's me vs. me (vs. me)
I guess it's gon' be what it be (gon' be what it be)
I hope I don't end up a fiend
Trippin' on beans and seein' in 3D

I hope money start growin' on trees
Call up my mama and say I'm on TV (mom, I'm on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don't know)

Student by dawn, I'm a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I'm lookin' for the opps on sight (where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bi-, I might

Mom said, "Go back to the crib to read"
Gotta study for five APs
But I'd rather be in the streets (that's a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (pew, pew)

I hope I don't murder me (murder me)
I hope I don't murder me (I hope I don't murder me)
Please don't murder me, please, please don't murder me (brrah)
Clippin' sh- like a surgery (fah, fah, fah)

Leave his a- with a third degree (911, what's your emergency?)
Oh, sh-, myself is hurtin' me, -, please don't murder me (Luke, shut up)
Mabu, don't murder me (brrah), clippin' sh- like a surgery (fah, fah, fah)
Leave his a- with a third degree, oh, he's dead certainly

We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time (what will I do? Goddamn)
Yeah, I'm mentally locked in, puttin' in pain, voice in my head screamin' my name (Mabu)
Got too many things on my brain, like what? Money, b-b-, fame
One day sunny, next day, it rains, and, oh, Meechi, he doin' cocaine
I'm with the white kids, then the gang, it's like one day I'm g-, then I'm straight

I feel like it's me vs. me (vs. me)
I guess it's gon' be what it be (gon' be what it be)
I hope I don't end up a fiend
Trippin' on beans and seein' in 3D

I hope money start growin' on trees
Call up my mama and say I'm on TV (mom, I'm on TV)
Should I hangout with Tim or Louise?
Should I call up James or Marquise? (I don't know)

Student by dawn, I'm a demon at night
And the Glock got a big red light
And I'm lookin' for the opps on sight (where they at?)
Catch a hit with your bi-, I might (pew, pew)

Mom said, "Go back to the crib to read" (to read)
Gotta study for five APs
But I'd rather be in the streets (that's a fact)
So your kid got a mark with a beam (pew, pew)