Lyrics ESPRESSO - Ryan Oakes

I just had a quad shot of espresso (whew!)
It got me bouncing off the little walls, like an echo (echo, echo)
They tellin' me I'm off the rails, but I'm metro
Moving at a speed that throws back like it's retro (like it's retro)
I run in circles 'round 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 budging (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)
Rubbin' dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?

Speed up
Put it first (my bad)
Write a verse (yes, sir)
Reimburse (my legs)
Go rehearse (my laps)
Why you mad?
This is everything you asked for
Speed up!
Put one hundred on a dashboard (whoo!)

I just took another shot and said I'm sober (whoo!)
Hit me now, I'm hanging 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, it's stretchin', (stretch)
Fighting back, bite back girl's bra, Doug 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 (pew!)
Doesn't matter for I go out with a bang
Skeletons inside my closet and I'm hoding the remains (remains)
My neighbor piss is telling 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)
Rubbin' dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?

Speed up

Put it first (my bad)
Write a verse (yes, sir)
Reimburse (my legs)
Go rehearse (my laps)
Why you mad?

This is everything you asked for
Speed up
Put one hundred on the dashboard

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

(Wait!) Flushed my medication, now I'm bugging (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)
Rubbin' dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up

Put it first
Write a verse (yes, sir)
Reimburse (my legs)
Go rehearse (my laps)
Why you mad?

This is everything you asked for
Speed up
Put one hundred on a dashboard
You the worst