Snakes

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Walk into the party and pretend I'm fine
When I know that I'm really not worth the time
The demons speak for me, cats got my tongue
So I spit the same way since I have begun
Not gonna switch up, I'm a man and I'm not gonna bitch up
I don't hold my breath anymore like a hiccup
Foot on the gas like I'm driving a pickup, yeah
Ridin' down that long country road
My girl in passenger, I'm not alone
It's not fake anymore, no more actin
She in shotgun and we blastin
Havin' fun with all the action
No negativity, hide from lashing
No more panicking about being an outcast
Sorry, Ms. Jackson
No more assholes, druggies, and cheaters in our life
So we sit back, laugh, and feel alright, yeah
Fuck all you fake ass bitches
It is your turn to listen
Quit hidin' in the garden
So you better-uh quit your hissin
You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin
You chose the choices that you made
So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah
Fuck all you fake ass bitches
It is your turn to listen
Quit hidin' in the garden
So you better-uh quit your hissin
You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin
You chose the choices that you made
So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah
You really wanna know when it went wrong
What about every other lyric that's in my songs
About my fucked up past and how I lost it all
Like the one person I wanna see and can't even call
What about how I'm being pushed to the side
Like no one is supposed to worry about my life
About how I'm handling my emotions
But to be honest, when I think of him
The tears, they start flowin
But I use my sadness and I turn it into greatness
Kinda like this song you hearing, it's the latest
And I know some people are gonna hate this
But I'm re-verting everything I have done in my life
Even through all the drama and bullshit that's causing strife
Kinda like a knife
Cut to make you feel alright
But don't make the cut
And can't live through the night
And Call my shit the "Eminem flow"
Well I'll let you take a seat so you can try to watch me blow
But only the roof is gonna blow off this "Eminem Show"
Fuck all you fake ass bitches
It is your turn to listen
Quit hidin' in the garden
So you better-uh quit your hissin
You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin
You chose the choices that you made
So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah
Fuck all you fake ass bitches
It is your turn to listen
Quit hidin' in the garden
So you better-uh quit your hissin
You can't play us again, man, who are you kiddin
You chose the choices that you made
So get your ass back in that kitchen, yeah
Cut away all the fuckin' drama
Screamin', I'm sorry, mama
Never meant to hurt you
Never meant to hurt my son
And never meant to desert you
But I guess that part is fucked and already gone too
So I'ma pass this touchdown like Brady
Screamin' open curtain number two