Текст песни Epinephrine - Yung Flex

Lately it's all just been pissing me off
Lately I feel like I don't wanna talk
Lately I keep running into a wall
Wanna knock myself off, but I can't take a loss

Lately I guess I've been feeling complacent
I don't feel comfortable in my own space
And I just wan' cop me a 'K, and walk into a place

I probably shouldn't say that on a song

I am not here for the dumb shit
I don't facilitate fuck shit
Niggas is bugging
I ain't really with the fussing
We could really get to tussling

I need a break
Please get the fuck out my face
Give me space when I'm walking
Don't talk to me, I just might snap
Y'all got me blowing exotic
I'm sparking and inhaling toxins
This really that gas

Epinephrine, this shit got me stressing
Just one of those days, I might teach him a lesson
He wan' gossip, but don't wanna pop shit
You holding that Glock, but bitch who you protecting?

Ain't no telling 'bout what's finna happen
When I get to snapping, I black when I'm pissed off
He want static, it's up like an attic
I know that he capping, you act like a bitch, dog

Lately it's all just been pissing me off
Lately I feel like I don't wanna talk
Lately I keep running into a wall
Wanna knock myself off, but I can't take a loss

Lately I guess I been feeling complacent
2020, we still dealing with racists
I just wan' cop me a 'K, and walk into a place
And shoot everybody in they faces

When is he gon' switch it up?
All he talk about is being mad and not giving a fuck
Pussy, I know you not tough
So it's in your best interest to sit back and shut the fuck up

Listen to everything I gotta say in my brain
All this pain and this hatred
I don't wanna, but tell me why every time
I look around, all I can do is hate shit

Aye, I do this so you don't have to
Turn my shit up when you down in a bad mood
Still got haters, don't know why you mad dude
Don't give a fuck, so I got that shit tattooed

Aye, if I was you I would be mad too
Wasting your breath nigga, tell me who asked you
Need your ass whooped, that shit must be past due
Fucking him up like a middle school bathroom

Stomping his face in the back of his skull
Running his head through a motherfucking wall
Knocking him out, ain't shit breaking his fall
I might be pissed but I'm having a ball

35 rounds to his motherfucking spine
Death in his eyes, now he frozen in time
I bet he didn't think, when he woke up today
That he was ready to die

Epinephrine
Shit got me stressing
I keep a weapon
Glock got extensions

Epinephrine
Teach him a lesson
I leave him wrecked
And send him to heaven

Epinephrine
Watch where you stepping
I got a bullet for you and your best friends

Count your blessings
Leave him begging
Who he testing
Epinephrine