Dylan Hansen - DiRT! Lyrics

Loose cannon
Boots standing
On the floor
Can't you hear it?
I'm Nick Cannon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Loose cannon
Boots standing
On the floor
Can't you hear it?
I'm Nick Cannon
Wild N Out
Life's f*cked up, but I'm smiling now
I'm pumped up
Why'd you f*ck up my day?
That's f*cked up
Bitch get out my way
I'm stuck, f*ck
Why am I falling in love?
Should've known better
I'm no better and I'm holding the gun
I should've told you to run
F*ck f*ck
I'm done with holding my tongue
The fire in my soul as cold as the sun
I never fold under pressure
Applying the pressure
I'm older, I'm holding the funds
Run
Pain runs deep like the smoke in my damn lungs
I learned to shoot with my dad's gun
Used to flirt with your bitch on a Samsung
I'm so high, f*ck gravity
Wallet kind of looking like a manatee
Tell your bitch stop grabbing me, gross
Get too close tryna f*ck up my smoke
Don't choke
You tryna break a leg, I'm breaking bread with my folks
I told my brother I'm starting to do better
He said that he feeling proud and he stoked
If all you've ever done is sit down on a bench
Don't talk to my men tryna act like a coach
Get smoked, well
Motherf*cker acting like a roach
If the shoe fits
Dude on the floor with some blood around him
Maybe he just needed some more love around him
Got a couple bitches tryna cuddle me
Maybe he just had too many drugs around him
I'm still high from the other week
And imma be high for another week
How the f*ck I hate myself?
And all these girls be in love with me
Lately life ain't really been fun for me