Marike Jager - Rusty lyrics

I'm saying, you know, like All I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down You know, like, you know, grow up! Don't grow down, grow out You go from being a kid, doing your thing, hanging out with friends Months later you're world famous You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler f** you Tyler!Watch me get this money n***a, tired of being hungry n***a Nothing funny, sa** me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch a n***a Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my n***a Pa**ing all you hating f**ing f*gs we don't discuss, my n***a We ain't on no jolly sh** and we don't pop no mollies, b**h I'm hockin', spitting got some n***as out here poppin' ollie switch Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad, its thick Them young n***as is back and brash, attacking with no common sense We the last of a dying breed And we don't give a f**, so we cannot supply your needs You stupid n***as who had said our hype is dying, please My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees b**h, [?] twerk as I get on the verse, cursin' n***a Dom so cool, I refer him in third person Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin' Make actions, f** rehearsingn***a, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365 You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me minen***a, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365 You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me mineIn a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched I was defiant, always said, "f** sh**" Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some See I don't beez in the trap, n***a, I beez in the b's And I be ga**in' in my buzz like some bees in a Shell f**ing sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And b**hes getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well I tried to tell the kids, like f** it, start being yourself These f**ing rappers got stylists, it's cause they can't think for themselves See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but Really, boy? Posers looking silly boy I'm in that past season 'Preme sh**, older than Tity Boi Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my sh** is [Diddy Riese] Na'kel Smith. Transworld page 64 Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the f**ing quiet game The f** am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished And my sh**'s missing, he hates women, but loves kittens See y'all n***as trippin' man Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me Though I'm the reason that her motherf**ing son got to eat Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time Look at the ones in the crowd. That sh** is barnacles, huh? They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh? But then again, I'm an athiest that just worships Satan And it's probably why I'm not getting no f**ing album placements And MTV could s** my dick, and I ain't f**in' playing Bruh, they never played it, I just won sh** for their f**ing ratings "an*log" fans are getting sick of the rape All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes But what about me, b**h? I'm getting sick of complaints But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank Over and over, sh**, who really gives a f** what I think? My fans don't think turning on me, sh**, they're almost extinct f** buying studio time. I'mma go purchase a shrink Record the session and send all you motherf**ers a link, b**hn***a, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365 You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me minen***a, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365 You n***as gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You n***as gon' give me mine, you n***as gon' give me mineThis sh** just like the nights I look forward to not remembering So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump you f**ing p**y?) I'm seeing it's a drop in my occular, jumping like they told me That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that sh** (f**ing f*ggot) Or get compared to f**ing pair with all the program kids So maybe a pair of pale b**hes for the gonads lick (I'll show you) Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no f**s and All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!) Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs (Oh, shut the f** up!) (Gunshot)Samuel's here! Where's Wolf? f**ing f*ggot Salem was mine, b**h! Was that good enough, you f**ing p**y?