Текст песни Hostile. - i5

Sliced up my sanity, I feel like a bevel
Guess I just misread the schedule
You ask me to punch in
I'd rather just knock out
Ramune, I feel like I'm pop now
Drop tabs, let's rock out
You got the chrome but I'm hostile
Hasta la vista
I cannot get played
Fraud with the piece
Your eyes looking glazed
Graced by my presence
Now my edges are frayed
You think you a king
But I rule all the slade

Aye
I'm Playing with spades
Digging my dirt, I'm sorry, I'll say
Speaking a séance
Waking at night, just to see the days gone
Walking around with a daze in my iris
Planting my roots somewhere you can't find it
Should've detected manure that's behind you

My corneas can't comprehend how corny you
been
You a bit of punk, you acting like you Ben
I'm Joel Embiid
I am top 10
You Danny Green in the finals
You not shooter
You are a loser
Less than a leech is
Pussy and poser
Pretending, the pretense
You pretended to pretend

Posts and the profit
More 'portant than breathing
So pussy, just stop it
Trying to sign me
You just dick hopping

You kind of a Kronke with how rapid
You stopped tryna play up the perfect actor
Collapsed all your goals to harass women
Then ya life fell to disaster
A pastor, you preaching
You reaching your hands
So now they should get broke off
You lie bout a nine iron
Thought you meant pro golf
You not out the woods yet
Bet you didn't know I know
Oh it ain't even good yet

You don't got shit on me
Begged me for a record, please
I can't believe
Your audacity

You don't got shit on me
Begged me for a record, please
I can't believe
Your audacity
Begging for money
It's not even worth it for free