Lyrics Garage Band King - Trt612

I can't tell the difference
Between reality and dream
Hard to form a sentence
Garage Band King
Creep out of my insta
Fuck off my live stream
I know I'm a bit scummy
Garage Band King

People wanna talk that shit like I'm no one
Grew up on the west side
Left field home run
Didn't have the worst life never had the best one
Spoiled fuckin rotten growing up on my own
I know I can act "out there"
What's new life is never fair
Step up to the threats that you're making
Past trust burnt with how you raised me

Double sided sword
Fuck me up
Nice is such a chore fucked that up

I can't tell the difference
Between reality and dream
Hard to form a sentence
Garage Band King
Creep out of my insta
Fuck off my live stream
I know I'm a bit scummy
Garage Band King

Grew up with one, me myself and I
Screwed up alone fuck up my life
Lying through your teeth does it make em feel better
One to fucking talk but isn't that clever
Dye my fucking hair I'm a national treasure
Gotta find a way to kill my stressors
Wasting so much time running where I'm from
Barely getting started far away from done
Didn't have the worst life never had the best one
Spoiled fuckin rotten growing up on my own

I can't tell the difference
Between reality and dream
Hard to form a sentence
Garage Band King
Creep out of my insta
Fuck off my live stream
I know I'm a bit scummy
Garage Band King