Lyrics Click - Dylan Andre

Imagine a kid with no hope for the future they called him a loser
Imagine a weapon imprisoned inside and he knows how to use it
Imagine a victim all broken and goin' to face the abuser
Remember the name when he's going insane while he's making a statement
Stomping on the pavement like
What maybe works for you doesn't do it for me
I told em' I ain't in the mood why'd they do this to me?
Stick me out upon a stage when they know I'm horrified
That if I I let the demon out he'd be immortalized
What maybe stuck for you doesn't stick to me
Smoke and mirror I don't d around with trickery
What maybe clicks for you doesn't click for me
Don't ever let em tell you who you are or who you're fit to be
No climb out the whole I told ya
I'm a soldier on a roll the poster child for goals
I keep it cold and frozen
Lock me up and strap the Beats on me, nasty
Give me that
Click click
Boy I'm nasty give me that
Click click
From the backseat need to hear a
Click click
Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go
Click click
Boy I'm nasty give me that
Click click
From the backseat need to hear a
Click click
Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go
I'm taking up these matters in my own hands
I'm Andre like I'm Long Beach to Rosecrans
So stand up
This the pledge of allegiance so believe it I'ma need to see them hands to the ceilings
Wow that singer guy started rapping had to map it out
The tempo gonna let it go screaming to the crowd
This is my outlet I don't really need to pout or talk about it
They always doubted
Coming with the Batman flow
Gunnin' with the mad ammo
No tip like the Black Arrow
Still alone (Stalone) with the ghat Rambo
Spit lyrical ammunition
Set the mark high coming with a mans ambition
Sacrifice these G.O.A.T's like it is tradition
Stand back open up your eyes and witness
Turn the speakers up
Lace the sneakers up
Load the heater up give me that click
Bout to beat it up
Needing to speed it up
Fitting to heat it up give me that click
Comin' with that Rick Grimes Walking Dead machete flow
Stabbing all these zombies in the head they already know
Idea after idea I be up to the AM
Read up on that subpoena I'll be up so just say when
I'm showing up ready with my headphones
Be pouring out my heart and soul until my headstone
They can't touch me in the booth it's a dead zone
Just tell me when, count me in baby, feed me that beat I'm needing that
Click click
Boy I'm nasty give me that
Click click
From the backseat need to hear a
Click click
Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go
Click click
Boy I'm nasty give me that
Click click
From the backseat need to hear a
Click click
Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go
Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go