MoonChild of '97 - I Ain't Impressed (feat. PrettiBoiZae) Lyrics

I'd be lying if I said I'm fine
High key, not lowkey; bitch I wanna die
Suicide would do me right, 'cause nobody's got the guts
Had a strap aimed at my eyes, didn't flinch; he couldn't bust
I smoke cigs not for the stress
I tote dicks no, not no techs
Ain't got shit, what I'mma flex?
Just stop it, I ain't impressed

I'll cut you off like an umbilical cord
My shit's soft, 'cause there's nothing about these whores
That gets me off!... There's nothing to adore
When you already drained all you could off of your goods
These hoes like some woodpeckers the way they crave some wood
Say you'd do this, do that; I wish you would
See, the truth is, you can't; 'cause you's a wuss
I'm a nuisance, knew that; up to no good
F*ck your two cents, move back; I'm Hollywood
Can't give a f*ck now, here's the rundown
My time's worth more than a f*cking bust-down
Why you on my nuts now?... Boy that shit sus
Hoes wanna come down like they quit drugs
Though I still feel alone
By my lonesome's where I feel most at home

I'd be lying if I said I'm fine
High key, not lowkey; bitch I wanna die
Suicide would do me right, 'cause nobody's got the guts
Had a strap aimed at my eyes, didn't flinch; he couldn't bust
I smoke cigs not for the stress
I tote dicks no, not no techs
Ain't got shit, what I'mma flex?
Just stop it, I ain't impressed

I'm feeling so lost, I ain't tryna be found
Got me feeling like a ghost when I'm walking through the town
Y'all laughed at me then
But, look who laughing now
I always feel alone
Counting bands, leave me alone
Do you want me?... If you don't, I'll just hit the road
I guess l'm meant to count bands allon my own
I gotta stay focused
I can't get out my zone
Don't hit my line
No I ain't picking up the phone
Remember love what you got
Yuh, before it's gone
I was born a rebel, I was meant to walk alone
Shawty said she loves me
But, I cannot love a soul

I'd be lying if I said I'm fine
High key, not lowkey; bitch I wanna die
Suicide would do me right, 'cause nobody's got the guts
Had a strap aimed at my eyes, didn't flinch; he couldn't bust
I smoke cigs not for the stress
I tote dicks no, not no techs
Ain't got shit, what I'mma flex?
Just stop it, I ain't impressed