Give Me Everything Lyrics

(Intro) Man, I'm just getting tired of not getting the credit that I fucking deserve dude y’know? I make song after fucking song And nobody even listens to it Ripping in a closet And thinking I'm making profit In making you feeling cautious For lacking the fucking knowledge I'm Dripping just like a faucet I’m making you feeling nauseous For lacking the fucking logic You literally so obnoxious You sweeping and fucking mopping And stare at me while I'm shopping You making some shitty music and telling me that it's popping I'm trying to be amusing i'm trying to be Alot but I still hate these fucking people and I wish that they would drop and die I don't wanna live or be around you I don't wanna live or be around you Fuck that uh Everyone you know they wanna doubt you All the ones you love they wanna drown you love that uh I don't even know why you round’ Probably talking shit under your breathe sorry what’s that? uh Getting pretty sick of this Town Never really left so now this shit isn't a comeback Uh Grinding ain’t gon give me fucking nothing Uh Grinding ain't gon give me fucking nothing I'm suffering I'm making music for someone Who’s barely giving a fuck and Inside world that were Stuck in Inside this way And I been waiting for a text for like 6 days And waiting for an engineer to call my way Yet still don't hear you call my name And im waiting for a reason just to blow my brains Uh It's getting difficult I smoke with individuals Who barely like my music and to them I am invisible, I barely get some views and so every night I am Miserable Just Sitting fucking thinking like why the fuck am I living though Like why you take my lyrics like everything else so Literal And getting extra salty and getting really so Bitter bro You try to be this person but really you just look Pitful And Acting fucking savage when really you just so Miniscule (Fuck) Anybody listen to my track? (No) Guess that is just way too much to ask (Woah) Ive been tryna run way from my past (Go) Make a decent living from the fact (No)Body wants to listen to a trash rapper That doesn't know how to rap So I'm making music that fucking slaps You don't wanna be around me You don't have my fucking Back (Nope) I'm Amazing but true bitch I make your Eyes bleed Trash rap name C-I-V-I-C Next my head's gonna ask why I breathe So fucked up by the time that I leave Why I live oh please remind me I can't think why I'm alive these People push and criticize me I'm not living im surviving (Woah) I got a gift that I use when I spit While you talking that trash while you talking that shit if you want me to crash then I want you to trip if you're wanting to ask if I'm Losing my grip Then you're probably asking if I do exist with a passion and purpose Damn right I do bitch I stay jotting and forcing these lyrics To fit You stay constantly hoping I'd jump off a bridge You stay changing your motives hoping I won't notice You all in my face and Stay slowing my focus I crawl in my pain Cause you humans are Soulless I'll fall in the rain Cause I'm feeling so Hopeless you've all moved away so don't know where my Home is I'm getting so sick of staying in this Motion All of these words in these songs that I have spoken Imma keep going till my throat gets swollen (Woah) If I made a track like this would you even fucking listen to it? (No) If I made a track like this would you even listen to it? (NO) That's what I expected You need to just change you're Methods That Auto tune you compressing is actually Depressing To think that you have suggested That shit would make me Perfected I think that you could be learning a couple of fucking lessons uh What a good person that you shared a post Shove your opinion down everyone's throat Why are you living I really don't know But I'mma have a ton a music by the time that I'm old uh Drop some shit and I'm feeling better Got 150 songs all Together Might lose it all so I'm Building pressure Try to tell myself that Im a hidden Treasure Ain't that laughable Magical My shit ain't graspable I write some shit That you may say is Classical You write a bit but you lack the Compassion tho I write some music you say that it's trash I know I got a dream but you tell me be Practical Can't be a rapper cuz that shit ain't Rational That's from the guy who's wanting to play basketball One day my music will be international Woah I get no I get no love I make these people just hate they life no fucks Given I'm ripping all of these bitches up And I'm living my life and I'm buzzed without no drugs And I'm bitter at night whenever I have no trust Bro you're kidding me right I'm telling you there's no funds Know i stay with a knife and I'm hoping I don't Jump off the roof of this might cause I know that this worlds fucked Up Stay with a mission to keep relaying the Vision you staying sleeping I know that you gon be Praying you didn't I'm staying rapping till the Reaper comes and pays me a visit You'd rather talk a bunch of trash then sit and maybe just Listen These rappers getting wobbly while I been staying consistent You always wanna stay asleep But You don't know what you're Missing Why you even talk to me if you don't like that I'm living And I been thinking constantly like why the fuck i'm existing? 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