Isaiah Khalid - MAYHEM (Remastered) Lyrics

I'm taking food off your plate
Gon' make you starve where you ate
Gon' make you question your faith
Hope you don't eat where you pray
I'll make your ego bleed
Create my own red sea
You bitches don't know me
Well I say "C'est la vie"
That's french for "F*ck you mean?"
"Imma' do as I please"
So either ride my dick
Or get the f*ck out my seat

Your shit so average
Last year I pasted it
2020 called to asked if
You need glasses
I make new classics
With page and passion
So out my way
Before I go
Old fashion
(Fa- fa- fa- fa-)

Not a lady killer
I just kill bitches
This beat acidic baby girl
Don't need litmus
My daily dose
Breaks all your f*cking limits
DJ don't stop now keep this shit spinnin'

Make this record spin where you stay
That's six feet down
While we dance on your grave
Say the name, I can't picture the fame
On top of all the moves
Cause' y'all movin' the same way
No way
(Every- every- every- every- every-)
Everybody wanna be shit
Worried all about an image that has never been shit
Never trust a mother f*cker
That he'll let you live at his crib
When you barely even know shit
Like who is really is
Or everything he say he done did
Most of what he say call bullshit
(Bullshit)
How you gon' swim if you scared of water
I took a dive with the sharks
And then drank till morning
Got a few missed calls
Got a few pissed off
But they all on shore
Check yourself
And come see me sorting reality checks
And leave my ass deported
I say y'all not important
Give or take one good song all you got it going
I want a gold grammy
Golden globe
I want when I hit the stage y'all throw roses
And I want an Oscar, Tony maybe
Lots of options
More to go
But for now I need some weed to roll
I'm high attending another one of their funerals
Funerals
(Woah)