Lyrics FR33(STYL3)DOM - DAMAG3

Picture me giving your girlfriend cunnilingus
Asking yourself
How they get so conscious with the country lingo
Asked the magic conch is this my year
And they said maybe someday
Some rappers think they Paul McCartney
When they ain't even Ringo
But I'm a star like Patrick
We all claiming no masters
But we all trapped in a capitalistic rat race
That shit Cataclysmic
That shit got me tryna grow my own
Blow my own glass and pass on swishers
Produce my own food and pass on produce sections
See I'm not fond of the rules
That's why I'm tryna start a commune
So Hop into this I'm like way too opportunistic
Might fuck around and shoot a cop if I start poppin my pistol
I heard it's piggy season do y'all need a different reason
Do y'all even need another feature when you got 3 on it
See I ain't tryna start beef with your homies
Like we can keep it between us
But we both know that imma eat y'all homies
You were correct if you assume that I'm consuming human flesh
Looking around like who's next
Who want an old-fashioned LGBTQ ass whoopin
That's right I turn a close call straight to stone wall
I make a video replying to your hating ass comment
In turn I go viral
Bitch this shit is popping off for me unironically
If you got a problem, then kindly unfollow me
Heads nodding but a lot of y'all is nodding on me
That's why I sell pillows I'm for real tho
Go get your merch online, because the concert is a shit show
Hop inside my mosh pit, might end up in the spirit world
Staying off Fox News now that'll be a miracle

When I Pull a Pulitzer sell my lyrics on kindle
I gotta hustle for my dinner no position cemented
But go and listen to the listeners increasing every single minute
Bitch I got data to back it up
Hustle for a couple years but then I blew up in a month
And then it happened next month and then it's happened next month
But what happened after that
Bro it hasn't let up
Gotta hazmat up
Everybody interacted with my last video
I'm so glad I work remote
But I need to get my ass on the road
Ppl see me in the street and wanna dap me up
But discreetly be sleepin on me loud as fuck
They need a CPAP machine for sleep apnea
I need weed from the tree none of that packaged stuff
My songs stream completely, nobody pass me up
So much engagement it's been feeling like I'm polyamorous
Tryna transition but don't want it to happen in front of flashing cameras
But they won't anoint you if they can't exploit you
Ain't no such thing as a free dinner at Nobu
Yo Bro that's so true
And the pretense is that they pretending they know you
They prevent independence cause they need to own you
So I guess I can't have my cake and eat it too
So stay tuned believe it my career will be meaningful
Planting these seeds hoping that they bring freedom
Planting these seeds hoping that they bring freedom
Planting these seeds hoping that they bring freedom
Will you harvest my dreams or will you be sleeping