Lyrics ESPRESSO - Ryan Oakes

The good in- (whoo!)

I just had a quad shot of espresso (whoo!)
It got me bouncin' off all the little walls like an echo (echo, echo)
They tellin' me I'm off the rails, but I'm metro
Movin' at a speed that throws back like it's retro (like it's retro)

I run in circles around the competition (whoo!)
And now they comin' full circle, one in my position
Homie, every single hurdle that they try to fit in
I clear them with a clear conscience, I'm never trippin'

I had a bucket list until it went and kicked the bucket (true)
I gave it up to move the needle and it's barely budgin' (damn)
It ain't no Biggie rhyme, we can try to up the budget (up it!)
But every time they pull the strings I feel like I'm a puppet

You the worst (my bad), go to work (I'm sad)
If you hurt (my back), rub in dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up

Put it first (my bad), write a verse (that's sad)
Reimburse (my racks), go rehearse (my raps)
Why you mad? (This is everything you asked for)
Speed up (put one hunnid on a dashboard, whoo!)

I just took another shot and said, "I'm sober" (whoo!)
Hit me now, I'm hangin' on the wall like a poster
I need a dose a dopamine when it's over
Someone burnin' all my bread like I forgot it in the toaster (yeah)

Defense mechanism kickin' in and scratchin' (scratch)
I'm fightin' back like my girl's bra, dawg, I'm strapless (strap)
Half of me says, "Put the money in a mattress"
The other half of me knows that I love to carry matches

That's a metaphor, I go out with a bang
Skeletons inside my closet and I'm hoardin' the remains (remains)
My therapist is tellin' me to let go 'cause I'm chained (chained)
But I try my best and told him, "They ain't fittin' down the drain"

You're the worst (my bad), go to work (I'm sad)
If you hurt (my back), rub in dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up

Put it first (my bad), write a verse (that's sad)
Reimburse (my racks), go rehearse (my raps)
Why you mad? (This is everything you asked for)
Speed up (put one hunnid on the dashboard)

Lookin' in the mirror, mumblin' an affirmation
Realize that everything is my imagination
Hide inside my room and cut off all communication
Like talkin' to myself will give some sort of revelation

(Wait) flushed my medication, now I'm buggin'
(Lame) somebody better go and let the plug in
(Ay) sweat, tears, even put my blood in
Now it's time for me to take a look at everything I've summoned

You're the worst (my bad), go to work (I'm sad)
If you hurt (my back), rub in dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up

Put it first (my bad), write a verse (that's sad)
Reimburse (my racks), go rehearse (my raps)
Why you mad? (This is everything you asked for)
Speed up (put one hunnid on a dashboard)

You the worst