Текст песни It's Everywhere - One Dae

We live in a material world, do this, I spit in the face of the material girl
Just ask, I'm really sorry miss, she'll never let me live it down
But honestly, you did it first, I know it hurts, ow
You're chicken head twitching, you're jingling, baby slow it down
I'm one in a million, wow, and you're another face in the crowd
I'm trying to get it up, you're only good at going down (see your face ahead)
But now back to the mission, after I bash and I diss him
I wasted 3.5, now it's back to ambitions
There's no love loss, I'm just like what the fuck was I thinking
Guess you're living your learn, feel like I'm missing my turn

I should've been since the last time, I'm itching to burn
I'm on some spiteful shit like taking a piss on your urn
Piss on your grave, piss on your dame, piss on your names
Yeah, I'm a slave to the game, I'm not craving the fame
I fiend for beats and I see your people chanting my name
I'm seeing demons, I start freaking and feeding them flames
Now you're chasing the tech like Aztecs, chasing the wets
Life is direct, it's correct, I'm a definite threat (yeah)
Go for the throat, it could be said that I go for the neck
Let the machete separate, now it's making a mess

In emotional wreck, I'm sending promotional threats
More or less upset, kinda stressed with a case of Tourette's
Case in arrest, just in case I gotta take it to death
I'm like Bishop and Juice, I'm ill, and so I wait on your steps
And then why times change while you're taking a breath
It's like you always gotta stay sharper than the razor's edge
One step ahead, know the legs tip toe and over legs
Stray flying while I'm trying to get organized
Confusion, I'm missing the point like a peanut or porky pie
The weight of the world on my shoulder, It's starting to hurt my spine

But I seen a blimp up in the sky that said the world is mine
It got me thinking bout the universe, it's taking time (yeah)
I'm just a Brooklyn kid who coming up, I'll take his shine
I'm seeing sex, drugs, money, always on my mind
My jungle's all steel and concrete
Cuffed the real, then I spit the real, they were calm beach
I came up around Jesus, more shady than palm trees
Who wouldn't wait to lick wild shots in a palm tree
Have you pouring out Henny and Don P
Talk about this round for you and it's all me
I'm like "damn yo, you got his blood on my ball, please)

It's everywhere now
It's very clear now
What up Faizy?
Uh-huh
Yeah (well)