Текст песни FLAMES - Bugs Nasty

I ain't got no family
I ain't got no friends
Only got foes
That's all I need in the end
I ain't got a name
I ain't ever fit in
But I got flames
That's all I need, Imma win

You don't give a shit about me, you could die or live without me
Normies gon be thrilled I'm shouting

Bugs done gone and lost his mind, evils sins I got all kinds
Obstacles I vault an climb

Enemies they plot and gossip, waiting for they god to knock me
Out they always bossing me around

So-called loved ones never call me, text or write I guess it's all me
Sometimes misery is all I see, got me?"Bugs, your life is great, your family loves you
Shut your mouth dude, we don't trust you"

Count my blessings daily, yall don't see the way I
Put my all into impressing you, but I'm failing

And I'm sick of all the hating
Really not okay and every day is cold and grey and

I wish someone would check in on me
I get it, you don't like my energy

Raise your hand if I'm givin you bad vibes
You can leave the room now, sad bye

Hang out in the hallway, and talk mad shit
Evacuate Nastyville, I'm a mad scientist

Sometimes all I want, is some fuckin relief
And to stop gettin down on my fucking beliefs

I don't do this for the money, it's just for release
Paranoia's rampant, and trust leads to peace

But fuck it Imma beast, acting like a human
Schizophrenic freak, Carrey like I'm Truman

Showing signs of psychosis, call authorities
Nine/11 shit, thus normie shit is boring me

I don't wanna kill you, or me like cowards do
So I'm forced to live in solitude

But the fire won't die, until I quit now
If you really that scared, put a hit out

I ain't got no family
I ain't got no friends
Only got foes
That's all I need in the end
I ain't got a name
I ain't ever fit in
But I got flames
That's all I need, Imma win

Dug myself out the dirt, with my two middle fingers
But my enemies insist on puttin me through the ringer

So I chuck them up again and again when they bring that
Negative bullshit, keep pushin me I'll swing at

You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do
Your criticism only strengthens my resolve

I take all your hate, and use it as fuel
Your personal problems ain't mine to solve

So many gave up on me, glad I wasn't one of em
Showin fake love to me, I don't fuck with em

Smile and play they games, but they run away scared"He's mad in the head, he must be aware

His raps are insane, he'll never be famous"
Get out my way, it's my game to play bitch

Ready for some red rum, paint the room red fuck
Torches and pitchforks, I'm dead, fuck

Calm your ass down, I'm chill with you bitch
But if you ask for money I ain't givin you shit

Ghosts comin back to life when Bugs gets rich
But I ain't Pacman, yall can suck my dick

Nothin I say, ever makes no sense
None of my work, ever makes no cents

Don't do it for the dolla, but I gotta pay rent
And if I camped on the street, they'd be flaming my tent

Rain clouds comin in
Thanks for letting me vent

My trauma is yours now
Pain should be setting in

Nihilist, tryna be an optimist
But a violin can't become a rastafarian

Sorry for the awful music, bye forever
Gone for eternity, try to remember

I ain't got no family
I ain't got no friends
Only got foes
That's all I need in the end
I ain't got a name
I ain't ever fit in
But I got flames
That's all I need, Imma win