Lyrics Just Me - Nerves Baddington

Is it just me, or do we got it sounding kinda lovely
In the pocket right where the drugs be
Dirty hands out looking crusty
Don't touch me, don't judge me
But don't we got it sounding kinda lovely
In the pocket right where the drugs be
Dirty hands out looking crusty
Don't touch me, just trust me
Don't make me spell it out, it's kinda hard to define
Sound substance divine, the kind that alter the mind
Second hand, not an Audemars to barter the time
We're all byproducts of an awkward design
That's fine, i'm aligned with some true incentive
Last time was alive i was truly missing
Pass time by flying with the true and living
Stack a dime for every sad line i threw and you missed it
And if you ever listen then you know me well
Keep my soul on display like it's flow and tell
To no dismay make a blazing trail, open sail
I'ma keep on rapping until KD send the holy grail
Holy hell, holy rollin all these hills
Only lonely cells hear the broken bells, hope and fail
Catch me at the pregame if we don't prevail
Only smelling what you stepped in, that ain't no Chanel
Is it just me, or do we got it sounding kinda lovely
In the pocket right where the drugs be
Dirty hands out looking crusty
Don't touch me, don't judge me
But don't we got it sounding kinda lovely
In the pocket right where the drugs be
Dirty hands out looking crusty
Don't touch me, just trust me
Don't make me call em out, i'm going outta my mind
Sitting ducks hope well, put em all in a line
A flock of feathers ride a coattail and they call it flying
I flip it wholesale for a bag that's already mine
Cash fine if you lying playing truth or fiction
Rap crimes lack lines with some true conviction
Mad times multiply, i don't do division
Asinine minds left behind misconstrue the vision
But if you know my mission and still uncompelled
Underestimating what it takes to come from hell
Couple feathers short a chicken missing on the scale
In the kitchen, faucet always dripping when it's dope to sell
But don't go tell, talking reckless on a cell
End up in a hole or tryna tunnel out the coldest cell
Catch me at the after party on a dose of L
Only homies know when money long enough for ponytails
Is it just me, or do we got it sounding kinda lovely
In the pocket right where the drugs be
Dirty hands out looking crusty
Don't touch me, don't judge me
But don't we got it sounding kinda lovely
In the pocket right where the drugs be
Dirty hands out looking crusty
Don't touch me, just trust me