Jack' Styles - Snowcone (Remix) lyrics

If you looking for a crown, you must be looking at the top of my head Halo attached, two horned sharpening, but if you don't see what I see You're just truth-blind and eyes see what the media feeds Open up, breath the air you supposed to breath Open up, breath the air you supposed to breath Your lungs are toxicated, your mind is blundering Your tongue feels numb and your legs all stumbling I got 99 problems and this b**h be one But everything got solved when this b**h got robbed I'm like, hold on, I've been walking with insanities Bunch of crackpotted, narrow minded, blood s**ing parasites Where the f** are you when I'm just trying to make it local You tell your friends you know me, show our pictures just to look cool OMG. It's the Jack' Styles. Can I get an selfie with him? Can I play with his javelin too? Never b**h. I'm busy preaching gospel through my vocals, I'm the miracle this industry is afraid of The media remains shut, but theres a hundred doors to open I could sell my soul but the devil sold his soul to Roshan Thus the eye remains shut, Politicians you're next Bunch of white dressed clowns, frightening to confess Black money here Black money there Fap money here? Fap money there? Black money where? Feed the poor, that's all we ask for Feed the motherland, that's all we work for But we busy blindfolded cooking for the government while half of us don't even know the name of our president Problem is, we don't retire even though we tired The bullsh** keeps piling up and we friendly fire Most artists here talk about setting an example With the support they own and receive At-least I could say, I did it myself Jack' Styles. Remember the name Cuz you could never s** me when I'm gone