Quadeca - Burnin Bridges / Long Day lyrics

[Part I: Burnin Bridges] [Intro: Quadeca] Feels like yesterday You were just a face Never thought to ask Why I was bleeding on the way Ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Oh [Chorus: Quadeca] Okay, I'm fu*kin' stressed (Goddamn) Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this sh*t with my fu*kin' chest (Yeah!) I'm burnin' all my fu*kin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left (Uh-huh) The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fu*kin' left (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Quadeca] I'm a livin' anomaly, givin' you all of me (Hoo!) Wanna be the villain? That's a simple philosophy, hold up (Hold up, hold up) Suffocatin', get your grimaces off of me, don't touch (Haha, fragile, what?) Ain't no label on the box Ain't got a label, I just labeled me the boss I ain't got no premium Snap (What?) But they still wanna pay me for my thoughts (Hahaha) I just brought my own fu*kin' seat to the table They like, "Hey, are you saving me a spot?" You'd be lucky if I gave you a response b*tch, I'm busy, so I basically forgot (Uh-huh) 'Cause I got to write a million tweets to really compete Ironic, when you're livin' a dream, you can't afford a fu*kin' minute of sleep I think I count about a million sheep I'll never be really complete, even if I fill up an arena wit' a million seats It's like ten or zero When some people talk, they like, "Ben a hero!" Others refuse to acknowledge my music entirely I call 'em Ben Shapiro Uh, okay, now this is epic You talkin' sh*t? That's a bit pathetic I cut off all of my friends more easily Than YouTube vloggers doing quick cut edits [Chorus: Quadeca] Okay, I'm fu*kin' stressed Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this sh*t with my fu*kin' chest (Yeah!) I'm burnin' all my fu*kin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left (Ha!) The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fu*kin' left [Verse 2: IDK] Okay, I'm fu*kin' stressed (Yeah) All these hatin' ni**as 'round, might need a fu*kin' vest (A fu*kin' vest) I'm from where if you ain't movin' right, you might get fu*kin' left (fu*kin' left) And they copy what I do, might need a fu*kin' check, cash flow ni**as be sayin' the way that I move, I'm a a**hole (A a**hole) She think she my girl, that make me laugh, ho (Hahahaha) ni**as be comin' with choppers, like "Boom, boom, boom", bad bone (Bad to the bone) Made a couple million, yeah, that's facts, phone- click; hang up They say I'm runnin' out of hangers Say they want beef? I'ma bring the angus ni**as want clout, fu*k being famous They tryna flex? I'ma be the trainer Come where I'm from, make you give your chain up You ain't tryna fu*k? Tell her get her brain up That ain't my girl, I ain't tryna claim her If you in my way, better switch the lane up [Chorus: Quadeca] Okay, I'm fu*kin' stressed Come from the heart, that's why I be sayin' this sh*t with my fu*kin' chest I'm burnin' all my fu*kin' bridges 'til there's nothin' left The more they try to prove their worth, the more I'm unimpressed, uh-huh (Ooh!) I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn't fu*kin' left [Outro: Quadeca] I burn bridges, but I'm still payin' the toll for it (Woo-ooh!) I burn bridges, but I'm still payin' the toll (Woo-woo!) [Part II: Long Day] [Intro: Quadeca & Chris Bonington] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Climbing is quite enjoyable If it wasn't as tiring, I would push right up the mountain But in fact, it is making a hundred foot a day or so, you know Which makes up something pathetic [Verse 3: Quadeca] Okay I'm immune from the herd, like an anti-vaxxer (Ooh) Usin' my words like a tantrum-haver (Huh?) I got used to the hurt from the random chatter They viewin' the verse and get antsy after No squares in my corner, like a cam reactor Treat a hater like my wife; take 'em out to dinner Make a whole album about 'em like I'm Chance the Rapper, like, uh (Ayy!) We need to make a comparison (Hmm) Oh sh*t, that's embarrassin', oh They said beware of the snakes in the grass But I'd rather be wearing 'em, uh (Ayy) Everyone knows if I say it, it's facts This sh*t ain't no narrative (What?) Go against me, and they play like they scared to win Eatin' the beat, I'm a fu*kin' American, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Quadeca] I'm like, "Ayy" Let's be honest, I really had a long, long day Okay, uh, I walked in like, "b*tch, what more can I say?" Okay, what? Huh? What more can I say? Still got the statements, stack 'em up, uh You been in the way, b*tch, back it up, uh [Verse 4: Quadeca] Practice what you preach I guess that's why they talkin' trash, uh-huh, uh ("Uh-huh, uh") Now they wanna pose with me ("Ayy, ayy") Like, "Uh-uh, not so fast", mhm, uh ("Ayy, ayy, ayy—!") Your label be over me Like, "Why we ain't thought of that? Huh..." Seein' me overseas Off the grid, but I'm on the map (Okay, uh) Just got the next statement sh*t is out of line like David Luiz, uh (David Luiz) So many Ben Franklins Only blue life that matters to me Wholly new life, how it happened to me? No daps, now they actin' bougie What you cook is from the cap, like you Ratatouille Absolutely mad, if you didn't like that, then sue me [Chorus: Quadeca] I'm like, "Ayy" Let's be honest, I really had a long, long day Okay, uh, I walked in like, "b*tch, what more can I say?" Okay, what? What? What more can I say? Still got the statements, stack 'em up, uh (Woo!) You been in the way, b*tch, back it up [Outro] Uh...