Текст песни Meant 4 Me - pyroswrldd

(You not meant for me)
(You ain't meant for me)
(You ain't meant for me)

You ain't meant for me
I smoke happily
And when I'm off this LSD
Time, it keep on passing me
I look at the mirror
I'm starin' at me but, Satan stare right back at me
They talk 'bout body bagging me
But them boys they be cap on me
You ain't slidin' on shit
I got a big ass stick and it spit
If I let that bitch off then them boys they gon' split
I just been chasing the chips
I'm not worried 'bout chasing a mofuckin' bitch
Tryna travel where the hoes talk French
When she talking to me I don't understand shit
Top floor, it's the vibes
Upstairs, in a pent
And we paid that bitch off in full
We ain't paying no more rent
That boy he want him a feature
I think he off of the fent
New pack got me feeling like a creature
Shit gave me superpowers, feeling like Clark Kent
Shoutout to Kartii, and Stik, and DMO
Try to open up my eyes so I can see more
They only talk computer just like BMO
Only computer I'm using the MAC when I free throw
I been scoring shit just like my name Deebo
My intrusive thoughts they got me feeling like Steve-O
I fuck three bitches, a trio
I'll never get caught up, I'm never gon' piss for a PO
Fly like Rio
Ice cold like Cryo
I am they dad but Stik my brother so he the Tío
This bitch she into the stars or some, she keep telling me that I'm a mofuckin' Leo

I don't even really care
I was never 'posed to get this far they ain't even give a fuck 'bout me
I been up late night smoking blunts with the gang, they the ones that gon' jump bout me
How the fuck you threw away the shit that we had, now you wanna come stunt with me
Girl you too dumb to me

(Fuck that!)
Bitches be talking on the net like they see me in public it's gon' be a bloodbath
I got a rackie he ain't even touch that
You would get bullied in real life, go get your lunch back
Smoking on crunch pack
I'm T'd up
I ain't mad that these boys wanna be us
Hit up the plug for a dub, needa re-up
Hit the bank getaway in stolen Kias
Fact check, do I got drip like, yes
Met lil shawty right up on the strip like, yes
She fuckin' with the kid, yeah she say I'm the best
Balenci' my toes, Prada jeans, 'Preme vest
So high, I forgot I was alive
So fly, I forgot I was fly
Yo' bitch know I'm not an average guy
Not saving no hoe, won't even try
We out in SoHo posted with some bad bitches that we just met from Dubai
I been tryna keep my head held high
These drugs they seem like the only thing that help me get by
They might be the reason I die
Damn, Oops
I got opps shaking right in they boots
Cup after cup after cup
She off the booze
Feign bitch off the chews
I left the boy shirt red, just like he swimming in juice
You don't want me bitch K, that's cool
Got a million things I rather do
Than to fuck with a bitch like you
Heard yo new tape, I ain't even gon lie shit really sound better on mute
(I'm lying to myself again, really I hate myself)