Lyrics Look At Me - Dylan Andre

Tell me what do you see when you look at me?
Look at me
I'll be gone and you'll see
When you look at me
Look at me now
Had the perfect shot but you wasted it
I've been s' for a while now I'm finna rub your face in it
Lacin' it up while you slept on me
Place a bet on me I'ma leave this place on a jet homie
I don't gotta cover cause I never sleep
Not a peep
Say you listen to me? Well you better be
I got a passion with a message
Saying that you'll burn and you'll never be everything that you are
If you keep up all the revelry
I had to slow it down for a second
Reckon if I work a steady nine to five then I'll get it
I'm a weird guy with a misguided direction
But I'm blame it on the guy who I see in the reflected
Second guessing everything thing I've ever done
I think that if I do do this all the time then I'd be numb
Tryna let out all the anger but I found a way to use it
If you want something done and done right
You should get up up and do it, right?
So tell me what you really think
I saw your little meme on the promo for the mixtape
You better watch your mouth cause I know that you're a dad now
I'm finna lash out
Don't be playin' with the beef
I'm a mad cow
You can feel it in the air right now
Dark Knight over Gotham I'm the man right now
I'ma execute the plan right now
And you should only bow to God so you should stand right now and
Tell me what do you see?
When you look at me
Look at me
I'll be gone and you'll see
When you look at me
Look at me now
Underneath your tree because I am the gift
Started rapping attacking hearts boy I need an ambulance
High up on the music I ain't talkin' bout the cannabis
Been all over the globe from Italy to Los Angeles
I don't ever let em tell me who I need to be
I just do my thing man I'm just doing me
Open up your closed mind, tell me what you see
Is it a monster stuck inside a mental prison roller coaster?
If you're sleeping on me I'ma hit you in the thyroid
Told I'm original like I was Kevin Conroy
Rolling everywhere with the fans I got a convoy
Ask around about me they gone tell you "That's my boy!"
Oh boy I'm feeling cocky
If you do not like the fans or music go and block me
I'm cranking bangers and I know you hear the speakers knocking
I'm Stephen Hawking
Except the is a God and I can hear Him talking
He's given me a purpose with the curse I didn't ask for it
But I'm a soldier for Him so I go and master it
Plasterin' flyers on the telephone poles
Putting needles to your veins with the methadone flows
Switching up the style Dylan was my birth name
But that DNA was in me way before my birthday
Nobody is coming close to me even on my worse day
I'm at it first thing
At the crack of dawn tryna start an earth quake
Mic and sound system going ape s
F' all your minds so I'll supply the r kits
I think it's funny when they tell me that I'll never make
But they should face it
I'll be flying way above em in a space shit
Speaker system blaring to the planet can't escape it