Abyss

detahjae

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I don't want a Grammy
Tell Nardwuar: Where's my interview?
So he can tell me all about the shit I didn't do
Memory lane driving, hands at the 10 and 2
9 to 5, can't even peripheral the vision too
Dreads nappy, still pappy, can't remember shit
So my head crappy, it's a fucking tragedy
Ethereal like tapestry
I don't like gold so there's silver in my mouth
'Cause the nigga had a cavity
Yeah, you know it's mortal ViP, but for her I mortal simp
Threw my feelings on the fence and watched my fucking feelings rip
Fuck, best part

I can't stop like Mexicans saying nigga
Droppin' jaws, had the crowd screaming like that prairie dog
Reading hate comments like: Detahjae, man, your music's balls
Shit was funny like watching scary movies with Regina Hall
Niggas rollin' shitty blunts, y'all coming off the high while a nigga steady getting up
I don't rep no hood, tryna run away from where I'm from
Your music what? Your music sucks
Your best mixtape hides up in Houdini's ass, nigga
These niggas couldn't touch me with a cape on
And if they did they getting JINXED like, Jacion
And he got some donuts in a lot with the breaks on
And I'm getting nauseous, fuck

Friends think I'm gay 'cuh-'cuh-'cause I'm seeing pride in the eyes of a man
I just don't see labels like independent artists
When they thrive and again
Fuck who you think I am
Obliterating cancel culture, drown 'em in tsunami
Tryna get so famous, they convince eyes Illuminati
I'm running with the goats while they walkin', walkin' with the sheep
Fucking up the track like I curb stomp my damn teeth
You niggas weak