Attention This is for Will Crooks fans and Will Crooks fans only
If you are not a Will Crooks fan, please, turn this the fuck off
Live and direct Yeah
Imma do this til i die
Sunset Okay!
Shoot a star
Ill be saint without the AR
No baptism for the snakes
Yeah, I wouldnt hold your breath
Yeah, you motherfuckers owe me back-pay
Big payback for piggy-backin til my back break
Hop the fuck off, yeah
Before I pop the fuck off
And if you need it spoon-fed
That is not my job
You herbs shoulda stayed your ass inside the pantry
Four projects in six months
Ive been workin until my hands bleed
So forgive me if Im acting inconsolable
If you wont give me my flowers
Fuck you all then Ill just grow my own
Its two things I dont respect
Art critics or police
I belong here, you can not make me leave
Its too many eyes here please do not perceive
Dont look at, dont look at me
Dont look at, dont look at me
Look at where I been to
Yall cant tell me shit
Fuck, I been through life like bullet in my temple
Chain cold like a igloo
Boyband kinda goth
I got fucked up might fall asleep in the bath
Carry me by six double back
And its still Fuck twelve
Fuck a 2020 vision, boutta blind myself
Yuh
Rollin into town on fumes
And Im still late to my wake
Whats the fuckin move
Its two things I dont respect
Art critics or police
I belong here, you can not make me leave
Its too many eyes here please do not perceive
Dont look at, dont look at me
Dont look at, dont look at me
Dont look at, dont look at me
Dont look at, dont look at me
Dont look at, dont look at me