retry! versuri

retry! lyrics by yayu

Chorus
Retry that shit
UV can’t see what I bask in
Someone saw cleaning my casket
Ah shit, wait
Do you wanna? Retry that shit
UV can’t see what I bask in
Someone saw cleaning my casket

Verse 1
I don’t rap often enough, I should rap every day
I know I stumble creatively, thumping my brain and discovering something to say
??? altogether them letters, my sight on a keyboard putting my thumb to the page
Riddle the space in between all the noises then drums with the voice of a fucking disgrace
Everything spinning, it feel like it’s out of my grasp, I can’t do nothing but laugh
I couldn’t come to a king like I know who I am but if two bitches claim mе then cut me in half
My homies foodiеs want smoke then we cooking but we ain’t linguine, don’t work with no rats
Phonies and crooks with me, best get to booking this shit and our movie gets shot with a Mac
I come with a hammer home depot, I repeat over beats that I made with a reason and purpose, I’m tired of doing the race
Bitch, I be pulling their hand like I’m peach with the turnips, I’m leaving them stitched face
They want smoke then I’m Corvo I’m there in the blue with a switchblade, needing a piss change
One know rappers are lacking and I’m thinking they bitch made way

Chorus
Retry that shit
UV can’t see what I bask in
Someone saw clean in my casket, ah shit
Clanking them ratchets, you could get swiped, no matches
I cannot cope with that madness
With sadness look at my taxes
Retry that shit
UV can’t see what I bask in
Someone saw clean in my casket, ah shit
Clanking them ratchets, you could get swiped, no matches
I cannot cope with that madness
With sadness look at my taxes

Verse 2
Bitch I came to set the tone
If you think this shit is funny, get the fuck off of my post
I got people in my circle that’ll turn you to a ghost
I know Twitter got you thinking that you gotta do the most
Bitch you post about how you posted that’s how you get sent to your mama in the postage
What the fuck you smoking?
Talking down on gang you a gram you get broken down
My homies ain’t joking they don’t feel no emotion
Pretty boy I’m Flacko shit
Homie tried to call me fat when boy thats said cause I really gotta rock yo shit
Brodie acting cheesy, he get chipped like a nacho, bitch
Boy you fucking ugly, so I know that that is not your bitch
And the rapin boost the confidence
And this rapin boost the confidence

Intro
Hardest part is realizing that you don’t need a reason to rap
So your music means exactly the same as everybody else’s