Owen Hart

[Chorus]
I was in New York
I don't hang with dorks
Stay sharp like a sword
Two fingers on the trigger
You are not my nigga
Looking in her eyes
They're blue as the sea
When I talk to her, I see a little bit of me
I was in New York
I don't hang with dorks
Stay sharp like a sword
Two fingers on the trigger
You are not my nigga
Looking in her eyes
They're blue as the sea
When I talk to her, I see a little bit of me

[Verse 1]
They say I was a good kid before I was corrupted
They don't teach you shit in school
Thеy didn't teach me about this
I only know how to solve problеms with my fists
Fuck academics, fuck DJ Akademiks
Syrup hops in my cup, Wokhardt so athletic
This is not for aesthetics, bitch you are pathetic
I don't think you get it
I don't think you get it
Five songs in one day
I'm at home plate
Controller in my hands
I don't wanna play
I don't wanna stay
Staying this way
This home will be my grave
Something's gotta change
Things don't change with age
I'm still stuck in this cage
Smile on the outside
They think that I'm fine
They don't know that I'm lying
Feel turmoil in my heart
I don't know where to start
Gonna die like Owen Hart
Let me fall to the ground
When I hit the floor
You won't even hear a sound

[Verse 2]
Choke me in the cradle
Kill me like I'm Abel
I am not able to stay fucking stable
I'm so unstable
Throw me through a table
Syrup without the maple
I don't want a label
I'm so fucking tired, I'ma pass out in Staples
Someone cut the cables, I can't take it anymore
When I take my jump, you won't even hear me hit the floor