paroles de chanson I'm Still Eratic - Eratic

I'm still doing this lame old thing
I'm still fucking up my life, damn
I'm still rocking the same old chains
I'm still rocking the same old fangs
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck up bang
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck up bang
I'm still selling out any chance I get
I'm still freaking out, I'm still zoning out
I'm still Eratic, my name still ring out
I'm still Eratic bitch say my name
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck up bang
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up fuck 'em up fuck 'em up
I'm still doing ironic shit unironically
I'm still on top of this shit y'all are bottoming
Your bitch pussy get wet at the thought of me
I'm still Eratic still government toppling
Feels still bottling
Still kind of ugly but I might do modeling
Past not honoring, future so promising
I was out pocketing cash while y'all were still slobbering
Gotta think, do I got what it takes, can I still fuck it up?
Am I surrounded by snakes should I still run it up?
If my shit stinks is my money still up?
If I'm outranked can I still climb up?
Where's all the drinks? Runneth over my cup
If I draw a blank can I make shit up?
If it's all in my head does my brain get tough?
If I'm still Eratic is that enough?

Is that gonna be enough?
Hope everyone is paying attention

The worriedness destroyed me
The isolation broke me
I'm not sure how to talk anymore not even to my homies
If these folks adore me, my thoughts just might absorb me
If I do something evil now I think they might support me

I'm still doing this lame old thing
I'm still fucking up my life, damn
I'm still rocking the same old chains
I'm still rocking the same old fangs
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck up bang
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck up bang
I'm still selling out any chance I get
I'm still freaking out, I'm still zoning out
I'm still Eratic, my name still ring out
I'm still Eratic bitch say my name
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck up bang
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up
Fuck 'em up fuck 'em up fuck 'em up
I'm still doing ironic shit unironically
I'm still on top of this shit y'all are bottoming
Your bitch pussy gets wet at the thought of me
I'm still Eratic still government toppling
Feels still bottling
Still kind of ugly but I might do modeling
Past not honoring, future so promising
I was out pocketing cash while y'all were still slobbering
Gotta think, do I got what it takes, can I still fuck it up?
Am I surrounded by snakes should I still run it up?
If my shit stinks is my money still up?
If I'm outranked can I still climb up?
Where's all the drinks? Runneth over my cup
If I draw a blank can I make shit up?
If it's all in my head does my brain get tough?
I'm still Eratic and I've had enough