logan - pocket pet (audio)

prod logan   / byelog     / byelog     / logan   https://open.spotify.com/artist/3GiFH... lyrics: i see the lighting a&rs hittin me up i stopped replying lower my shoulder, shoving bodies steady sit on the bench when you're watching no time to catch a breath sweat is seepin through my shirt i'm getting in your head cough cough you a pocket pet think he dislocated your jaw now her boyfriends pressed eight solid minutes of you getting smacked started up a fire, got the dogs movin fast you still the same person, still a scumbag foul inside the box, if i shoot it it's wraps throw a couple hands in the back of the woods now the crown chants, trippin over your foot folded up in a hole, tell that ho to stay put cookin up some beats, smoke blowin out the roof the bass still isn't loud enough 'i can't hear your pretty voice' drown it out at zero lufs distortion's my favorite noise i made sure it wasn't sweet don't know why heads mad at me i make sure to prod myself no split on this stupid beat pick a side, no in the middle my bad i wasn't civil scramblin now he in a pickle didn't know you were that brittle this guy doesn't see the vision switched, now my back you're pissin i can't calm down for a minute push it until it's clippin left on a short notice and resort to cope with the fact you need people to do the work for you i started in the basement i wanted to be famous but now I've changed my mind i didn't intend to be faceless then i just embraced it and couldn't cross that line am i doing something right i don't like my photo taken and i didn't used to mind and i been so impatient lie, cus you're blatant somethin doesn't sit right you'd think the air got some type of disease blinded by nostalgia, open your eyes so that you can see can't get me to stop, there's an option you can stay or leave hop out the way if you know nothin about what it means gave up making instrumentals, now the credits upped in size participation trophy for you cus hey at least you tried i got like four people on me all at once nibbling like mice wait what happened i don't get it, you thought i'd be nice fumbled bad, wish they knew who's that now, who's this dude couldn't keep up so lose clasp a swing, get a bruise what's the point just hop off it i don't owe anyone shit how'd it taste, how was that fist dirt in face, get out that ditch you'll kill yourself i don't care who you are ice went thin, soon it'll break apart evacuate i know you like that don't know what you crying at