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sugarcoated
by Boredewil
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Let me write in my death note
You know, tryna get home from the back door
Little accent get me through foes
But you know I spell it nice though
I'm trying to get my hype up
I'm trying to work my fate up
Inflicting conflicts with a look
Started fighting, I don't back look
I don't look back, cause that's now what I'm after
I took a look once, turned out to be a disaster
I don't claim that energy, run away faster
New story, new game, I need a passcode?
Going round rounds, using misquote
You're all wrong, verbatim
I won't stop talking what I wrote
I'm in Tokyo, my mind sugarcoat-ed
Let me write in my death note
You know, tryna get home from the back door
Little accent get me through foes
But you know I spell it nice though
I'm ready to cook you in some batter
A nice roast to end all the chatter
Your words don't do what you want to
They do the opposite of flatter
Was on mars now I'm going Saturn
I don't know if I'm too slow to be a rapper
Reading shit, finished the last chapter
I'm just calling you to get an answer
Answer on the sheet, cheat sheet
You're boring, you just repeat
Escape the facility
Stuck in a car seat
Tied with a light match
Flee the faculty
Drop you on the high way
Drop you on the concrete
Going round rounds, using misquote
I'm so lost, not verbatim
I won't stop talking what I wrote
I'm in Tokyo, my mind sugarcoat-ed
Let me write in my death note
You know, tryna get home from the back door
Little accent get me through foes
But you know I spell it nice though
Let me write a quick bit, feeling like a crow
You know, tryna get home from the back door
My songs make great foes
But you know I spell it nice though
Let me write in my death note
You know, tryna get home from the back door
Little accent get me through foes
But you know I spell it nice though
I'm trying to get my hype up
I'm trying to work my fate up
Inflicting conflicts with a look
Started fighting, I don't back look
I don't look back, cause that's now what I'm after
I took a look once, turned out to be a disaster
I don't claim that energy, run away faster
New story, new game, I need a passcode?
Going round rounds, using misquote
You're all wrong, verbatim
I won't stop talking what I wrote
I'm in Tokyo, my mind sugarcoat-ed
Let me write in my death note
You know, tryna get home from the back door
Little accent get me through foes
But you know I spell it nice though
I'm ready to cook you in some batter
A nice roast to end all the chatter
Your words don't do what you want to
They do the opposite of flatter
Was on mars now I'm going Saturn
I don't know if I'm too slow to be a rapper
Reading shit, finished the last chapter
I'm just calling you to get an answer
Answer on the sheet, cheat sheet
You're boring, you just repeat
Escape the facility
Stuck in a car seat
Tied with a light match
Flee the faculty
Drop you on the high way
Drop you on the concrete
Going round rounds, using misquote
I'm so lost, not verbatim
I won't stop talking what I wrote
I'm in Tokyo, my mind sugarcoat-ed
Let me write in my death note
You know, tryna get home from the back door
Little accent get me through foes
But you know I spell it nice though
Let me write a quick bit, feeling like a crow
You know, tryna get home from the back door
My songs make great foes
But you know I spell it nice though
