Birds Eye (ft. Killstation)

Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh

Hard times, go for drastic measures
Yeah, yeah
Aye

Hard times, call for drastic measures
I'm fucking up for my pleasure, feel like a bird without feathers
I'm fine, wish I was doing better
I wanna car full of leather, I go for every weather
Get high cause I feel like a got them,
I'm throwing stuff from the top shelf, smoking on Prada
Slide by like I'm trying get shatter,
But give no fucks about your perks and you push me when I got them
No I won't retaliate
Proving to them I validate
The person that I am
That's the only way that I demonstrate
When I start to duplicate, gremlins will now accumulate
You see, I don't need it
Moving in, I'm fucking [?]

Listen close, concentrate
Your dependencies?
So never gonna stop
Cause my car is only now accelerate

Only year to motivate
Only year to fumigate
This stupid fucking rappers in the game
I must annihilate!

I
I don't wanna pray
I can't feel my veins

I
I don't wanna pray
I can't feel my?

This human beings