Lilith Compulsive Cappin' lyrics
Compulsive Cappin'
Lilith
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I'm about to get violent, I’m gonna spill all my secrets
I'm gonna spill on you bitches, because I'm not feeling you bitches They be taxing my riches, they all up in my business
Listening in on my conversations? Well get this
Capitalism, that is a sickness, Implemented by the richest
Call it 1 percent, ain’t no means to an end
FUCKING DELUSIONAL
You ask What's gotten into me?
I'm drinking my water, living smarter, going harder
Embracing illness, while I'm curing it
My gay ass showing PDA in public
Getting glares from some republicans
Got the sins in my back pocket
So please tеll me what's the problem
Don't carе what your God say, don't care what Jesus say
Don't care bout Jehovah, Moses, any little bitch that says It’s not ok Yeah, yeah I see it that way
My art form is oversharing, so please excuse my day dreams
My sleep paralysis demons, Look like politicians grinning
Our minds are all-seeing, they don’t want us to believe it
-I got in a fight with myself again last night, I didn't win
Got the gold around my neck but it’s not real it's stainless steel
See, really I'm not tryna flex I just like to cause an ordeal
I Pull up in my Toyota, I already met my quota- for the week
She seeking an arrangement, but I ain't pay my bill
So I’ll see you in hell, we can figure something out
I'm gonna spill on you bitches, because I'm not feeling you bitches They be taxing my riches, they all up in my business
Listening in on my conversations? Well get this
Capitalism, that is a sickness, Implemented by the richest
Call it 1 percent, ain’t no means to an end
FUCKING DELUSIONAL
You ask What's gotten into me?
I'm drinking my water, living smarter, going harder
Embracing illness, while I'm curing it
My gay ass showing PDA in public
Getting glares from some republicans
Got the sins in my back pocket
So please tеll me what's the problem
Don't carе what your God say, don't care what Jesus say
Don't care bout Jehovah, Moses, any little bitch that says It’s not ok Yeah, yeah I see it that way
My art form is oversharing, so please excuse my day dreams
My sleep paralysis demons, Look like politicians grinning
Our minds are all-seeing, they don’t want us to believe it
-I got in a fight with myself again last night, I didn't win
Got the gold around my neck but it’s not real it's stainless steel
See, really I'm not tryna flex I just like to cause an ordeal
I Pull up in my Toyota, I already met my quota- for the week
She seeking an arrangement, but I ain't pay my bill
So I’ll see you in hell, we can figure something out
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