Текст песни WHAT I WANT - Yuri Khedz

I don't care about the competition, see it's harmless
When you look up to me, like a chess piece, Beth Harmon
I miss these, weak targets
You're less, please you're a pawn
If you think you two steps ahead, then En Passant
Yes, we got him
Your plans work for like a week before you discard them
Said your plans work for like a week just like Apple Chargers
Only in this game I've never been honest
Never had a passion for making hits on it
Now I just write Shakespearian sonnets
I am Adonis, I am your father

Depths of Hell, I don't like to dwell on my sins
Instead I like to add to that motherfucking list, yeah
Don't think I won't smack the crap outta ya: I Will
Diagnose what the fuck's wrong with you like Phil, yeah
This is what I want, what I want, what I want
This is what I want but it still is not enough, yeah
Take us to the top, to the top, to the top
So high up that I can't see the ground when I drop, yeah

Ex girl was a liar, said she'd never leave ever
Holding hands with a snake like Santino Marella
Whatever, now she look like a young Monica Geller
Got myself an upgrade now we livin' good fellas
See, you gone plead the fifth
Kings and queens are who we're seated with
Breathe a bit, we gone be a myth, need a drink
Put our feet up in the air after we fuckin' beat the Sith
Feed 'em it, the haystack that we hid the needle in
A troubled individual ain't nothing fucking sadder
Than a clown ass bitch thinkin' that he is Marshall Mathers
Had to make a comeback like that even fucking matters
A sick spirit trapped inside the body of a rapper
Well now I went rogue, I guess so
I get so schizophrenic
When I sit, I don't think, don't get it
How the hell did things get low innit
I miss old living
When I didn't know lyrics

Depths of Hell, I don't like to dwell on my sins
Instead I like to add to that motherfucking list, yeah
Don't think I won't smack the crap outta ya: I Will
Diagnose what the fuck's wrong with you like Phil, yeah
This is what I want, what I want, what I want
This is what I want but it still is not enough, yeah
Take us to the top, to the top, to the top
So high up that I can't see the ground when I drop
Yeah

A thing about my songs is that they are so fuckin' profound
And I drop a new one every week just like they were pronouns
Call my enemies family then I Chris Benoit
Strike 'em down with fuckin' power like I'm Akinfenwa
Got an fuckin' Omnitrix, you got a wrist watch
Have you seen an artist with an ego this large
Fallin' off was fake news like Derulo at the Gala
I got that fire in me like a fuckin' dude who gotta battle
Bitches lemmings they follow my every move like they my shadow
One day in my garage I know that I will see a Lambo
A match up between us will leave ya bleeding
They throw the towel in like ya got a fuckin' fever
Dropped like Leave it to Beaver
I feel it, I mean it
The number one spot man you know that I need it
You know that I fear him
The rapper within me, my sick inner spirit
Who grabs me a paper proceeds to Shakespeare it

Depths of Hell, I don't like to dwell on my sins
Instead I like to add to that motherfucking list, yeah
Don't think I won't smack the crap outta ya: I Will
Diagnose what the fuck's wrong with you like Phil
This is what I want, what I want, what I want
This is what I want but it still is not enough, yeah
Take us to the top, to the top, to the top
So high up that I can't see the ground when I drop, yeah