Lyrics Me - SoupKoola

I make a song every morning kus im just so sick of hoarding
And not recording
These so called friends not supporting me
I'm self awarding and rewarding and endorsing
Performing local, domestic, and foreign they aint outscoring me
I make a song every morning kus im just so sick of hoarding
And not recording
These so called friends not supporting me
I'm self awarding and rewarding and endorsing
Performing local, domestic, and foreign they aint outscoring me

Cant vaccinate a cure for how I'm just so sick of these niggas
The passion slated for a mile but lasted quicker than inches
Infatuation bored with how I'm just so quick to get rid of
The past aint adjacent for now bitch I'm picking the litter
Why are we exchanging vows that start with consonants loud
And end in punctuation from lack of patience that in the crowd
That lacks formations
Thats proud of being basic
If we in the cloud no precipitation's allowed
We only listen facing the sound of blissful taste in our mouth
While they walk around senseless like who are we kidding
So much hating going around im debating if my town's really getting it
If my city's really wit or against me
Are the critics just kidding
Are all my friends really hissing
Do all them kittens really purr when I hit it
Or even care when I kiss and dismiss em
Or is a sneaky link truly what they wishin for
I'm Griffendor I attract witches
What you trippin for

I make a song every morning kus im just so sick of hoarding
And not recording
These so called friends not supporting me
I'm self awarding and rewarding and endorsing
Performing local, domestic, and foreign they aint outscoring me
I make a song every morning kus im just so sick of hoarding
And not recording
These so called friends not supporting me
I'm self awarding and rewarding and endorsing
Performing local, domestic, and foreign they aint outscoring me

I got so sick of playing the hero
So the villain it is
I'm like a nympho wit dildo
I been gettin it in
Put penicillin in pens
Kus I kill in every building Like Odessa and midland on the day before September begins
Let's go sin sin I got a couple 10s to get in
Then gimme the riddaling for the kids with the villainous grin
Niggas wanna kill me and y'all still wit em
Y'all chill wit em
What yall aint got the hands to deal wit em
Or are you sayin its for the fans you real krillin
Sweepin rats under the rugs for that Lil Phil'n
Well I'm the plug nigga I'll show you a real ceiling
I came out the mud wit a flood of us real killas
Break it down in mathematics make it make sense.
Simmer down on the dramatics you look a shade tense.
Black lives don't ever matter until you're facing
Someone runnin who ain't ya color off to the races

I make a song every morning kus im just so sick of hoarding
And not recording
These so called friends not supporting me
Im self awarding and rewarding and endorsing
Performing local, domestic, and foreign they aint outscoring me
I make a song every morning kus im just so sick of hoarding
And not recording
These so called friends not supporting me
Im self awarding and rewarding and endorsing
Performing local, domestic, and foreign they aint outscoring me