Lyrics Pick Em' Apart - SiLVeR STePH

Pick em′ apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy you′re doing it wrong
I'm pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it off

This like golf
Hole in one
You hit it too soft
You playing both sides
On a seesaw
We got bro ties
Loyal to all of our dawgs
They can′t handle the truth
So I ran with the moves
Everything brand new
Imma land on the moon
With my astronaut suit
Who′s that silver guy
I'm second to you
Baggage claim, baggage claim
Please take the one, with your name
In my path, narrow lane
Skip the clout, skip the fame
Sleigh clean, toothpaste
And I′m on top, toupee
I'm an outsider, who say
Jumping out the crowd
Chuck up the deuces

Pick em′ apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy you′re doing it wrong
I'm pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it off

Push it off
Yea I push it off
Victory in advance we′re living mazel tov
Took a leap of faith you′re dissing grace
But don't consider cost
Envy hatred cause we sacrifice
Put flesh outlined in chalk
Too many squares like an ottoman
New metropolitan
Silver the gang we′re the boss
We're not the Vatican
Remain inanimate
Chucking the deuce by default
Soda foam how we rose from the bottom
I was shook met the cook now its sazón
Post Malone on you how I′m saucing
Fertile ground with the Son now I blossom
Don't ask me how I do this I′m in awe, son
Just put my faith in Jesus living awesome

Pick em' apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy you′re doing it wrong
I′m pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it off

Pick em′ pick em'
Show me the enemies listed
Pick em′ pick em'
You had the ball it′s missing now
You call me cat you're fishy, wow
Mature the pants you wear a gown
I am the man I need it now yea
You ain't the pick even if you′re hair nappy
And you′re first draft inside an ice pack
With a guitar band live in a garden
You know like farm hands
Tell me how far is that
We going for heads that's no cap
That is no lie not no hat
That′s over your heads you know that
Dripping like we're walking through the rain
Drowning in the fake to hide the pain
Can′t do these circles that's insane now
I was built to brag I′m not the same now

Pick em' apart
Peeling off
I got the light on me
Who's in the dark
Lemon and lime on it
Seasoning sauce
I got the drip drip sick
Making me cough
Boy you′re doing it wrong
I′m pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it off