Lyrics Narcissist (DSM-5) - Dylan Andre

I'm sitting in my Ford Focus right now
It's a hundred degrees and I'm sweating bullets
Let's get it

Look at me I'm a narcissist
Waving
Both hands in the air not a care
What kind of art is this?
Wanting everyone to take a peek
Come and find me hide and seek
At it every fucking week
An arsonists
Having fans feed the flames to to the bars I spit
Making positive that every single bar's legit
Got Katana's for the drama
Stretching out my fucking mouth until my scars have split
That last album took a W we play no games
But now I'm back with another but it's never the same
I do it even know the rest of the fucking world won't hear it
They're bread crumbs for the followers who live and they breath it
I'm scoping big time
Yeah you better believe it
Us workaholics we don't talk about it homie we be it
I can spit it with some edge or I can strum it and Glee it
I put my ass to the world so everybody can see it
That I'm a narcissistic
Bar's ballistic
Do it on my own way palming this dick
And infiltration headed straight for the bottom
Cause I'm chopping out the pillars out this whole foundation
It's creation the power I've been blessed with
Full body suit of armor I can not be messed with
I see you perking up your ears I got you interested
Flipping nothing into something baby so majestic
Where I come from beef is sold in a tube
I got YouTube right here if we're talking bout views
But if we're talking bout fucking I got that shit for you too
Going Monday Night RAW I don't fuck with the lube
It'll hurt for a minute I help you out when I spit it
I got my hand around the throat of what I do when I'm in it
I rock the bed until I'm busting through the wall to the kitchen
I'm cooking mean up on my Gordon Ramsay stacking the riches
Not monetary treat the studio just like a monastery
Window in my soul'd tinted so you know my mind is scary
Harry on the beat Drew Carey when I speak
"Come on down," to my level don't you hit me with a tweet
I'm a beacon in the game for cats that got a minute
Take a listen to the shit that's in my head I sprung a leak
Maybe I'll just climb a tree
Cherry pick you in the knee
Wait for all your crew to save you put that stock up to my cheek
It's not really my style
Just to go pop off with this vile language
I know that all of ya'll see the anguish I deal with
But it's time to vanquish
Any doubt that you had in your mind that I'm soft
If you're stepping to me line's crossed it's gloves off woo!
No more mister nice guy
Better believe it world cause it's my time
The fuck you think?