Lyrics Stay Alive - MF

Been a long time coming
But I tell you
If you keep looking at my social networks
To minding my progress
I feel bad for you

As I roam
Alone, on my own
Eyes of a champ
Redemption on my dome
Subpar hooligans all washed up
(?) sticks without a hockey puck
Whatever you want just go hard enough
There′s no one for you to trust
All your turds will get flushed

Came in a rush
Here till it breaks down, pretty much
Fear none
Respect few
Make it do what it do
Going to the booth
Truth
Not saying
Screws loose
I am living proof

Like dreams
Nightmares,
Anxiety leads to grey hairs
Walls closing
Time nears
Make a toast
Grab a few beers
Douchebags are in my rear
All cuz I am who they cheer
I'm alert
Plus safe
In society
What we bait

Motormouth say it to my face, come on
Hoverwater in the lake, I′m gone
Doesn't seem joyful, what's wrong is wrong
Keep fates or roles alone
Stab a person and then correct them
Fighting child murder for a gold charm
Went through war and
Squirted out piss
(?)
Trill talk
Trill as it gets
Get lukewarm
I must admit
Strut with a scent
That is confidence
Couldn′t outwit me with a dozen immigrants
Honey move forward
Check my footprints
Disobey the rules, mean he getting bent
Bullet-proof the whip, I′m so obnoxious
Fuck around, drop the mic, I made a mosh pit

Don't you know what they imply when your palms itch
Loose-lipped busted, see the orthodontist
Spin like sonic
Separated from the rest, simply atomic
Get burnt like chronic
Started like Fredo, pretty motherfucker
Out there getting peso
Jumping my demands
Only if I say so
What′s left to a player?
We out everyday yo

Gotta get it one way or another
Spend it if I got it
Them guys my brothers
Move out of turn
Better take cover
Astronaut form
What's up by Hubble

Never trust a lady
My feelings in the condom
Never miss the autumn
To reap out the bargain
Check the margarine
Get the points bread
Burn alive
Bodies in the blood bag

King of the hill
Standing on the edge
Used to overlook me
Now I turn heads
This the last supper I′m dividing the bread
Sick as the widow on the sofa, swallowing meds

Oh that's nasty
Oh that nasty
Wave the white flag
Bring another body bag