Dear Everyone

Chris Miles

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    This chainsaw massacre
    Yeah, I'm in the ocean where the waves look lavender
    Cool people love me but the lames so mad at us
    And if they sleeping on me they should take more Adderall
    Ya, ya, ya
    Man, they can never catch us
    I been running ever since I heard about a desk job
    Sounds like a dead end, I kill shit, no kellogs
    I pound on the Heavens, requesting to meet God, but
    He's a busy guy
    And it is difficult to get this off my mind
    I'm just tripping, but it's nothing 'cause eventually we die
    And that's a pessimistic way to look at life
    Ain't it crazy, all these people just be preaching like they wise
    Couple years older tryna give my ass advice through a different set of eyes
    But we do not see your likes
    Stupid loser, I just do it for the mic
    They don't do it too precise
    They say I'm not advanced, and all those kids at school who did not understand me think I'm wasting time because they mind is tampered, watch me cop a mansion on your college campus
    Woah
    And I would do it just to stunt
    Started in the back but we brought it to the front, oh no
    I don't think they got the hunch
    Man, you know I go wild on these chumps like
    Yo
    They talking crazy, got no acknowledging sentences
    Tell her to come and kick it then kick her off of the premises
    Tell them I'm on a mission to turn these visions to Benjamins
    Been the shit for a minute depending on what your interest is
    And if you like me, that's cool
    Flowing so dirty like public pools
    I am not with the authority's rules, I just live in the forest from autumn to June
    Let's take a walk to the moon
    Wait, actually, that would be wack
    Why?
    'Cause there is no sound up in space and I don't think that I would be able to rap
    Not in the class
    I would be sleeping, these teachers is trash and they teaching me trash but I puff out my chest and say I don't know none 'bout your tests if you not the one cutting my checks
    What do dummies expect?
    Not a masseuse, but I'm coming for necks
    I'm a doctor like Seuss when I'm rhyming, it's sick
    Yeah I got all the juice, you can not take a sip
    Tryna hop out the coupe with a modelling chick
    All the broads who were rude now say I am the shit, that's the wildest trip
    Homie, I must admit that I'm tired of this
    Could you do me a solid and hop off my
    Did I forget to say?
    I'm only sixteen so technically this is rape
    But I don't think you care, and I don't care neither
    'Cause society is weird but baby I'm a little weirder
    I'mma hop on my computer
    And go shopping for clothes
    Oh, you want something? Let me think, no
    I'm on the go
    Never got time 'cause, yeah, I'm boutta blow
    But they already know

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    Composición: Jp, Reach y Chris Miles

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