PREACHSTL's video: P R E A C H - MAZE

Written by: P.R.E.A.C.H. Produced by: Demolish Beatz Recorded & Mixed by: Adrian Lee Brown Please don't forget to subscribe; and for more content please visit: Follow P.R.E.A.C.H. on social media http://www.facebook.com/preachstl http://www.instagram.com/preachstl http://www.twitter.com/preachstl http://www.soundcloud.com/preachstl1 https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/preach7/maze *****************************LYRICS****************************** (VERSE) Back with the sh*t that they lovin' get used to the smell haters are runnin' and duckin' and tuckin' their tail hoe's are still s*ck*n and f*ck*n and doin' it well day one's are still bumping my music wishing me well all these pretend-to-be enemies soakin' up all this energy treat me like public enemy but fear is not the remedy hustle is like a therapy and I see it with clarity so please just stop comparin' me cause they don't have dexterity (well) and at least not mine (Suicide Klub) and my brain is white wine flow so smooth been ahead of my time I had to level up while they descend I climb I had to kill a part of me to spare my mind I'm scrappin' up my body as I watch my blood dry I'm done dealin' with people so I'm hoppin' off line the exhaustion cost me grossly on my time...cause... You are not the one I want to deal with (nope) your drivin' me insane just like a drill bit (argh) you always doin' more than just a lil bit (yeah) turn around then you actin' like it's real sh*t (wooh) So tell me Mr. perfect personality why is it that you bother me? Is it because you're obviously better than us? But honestly, your no better than what your projectin' my nose is defelctin' the sh*t that you stepped in your favorite cologne is septic a rottenest effort that's gotten rejected your highly deceptive for wanting respect in...but don't even make an effort to put a piece of the work in while searchin' for the golden ticket tryin' to make it out your circus. So tell me what's your purpose? Better yet what is your game plan? Do you want to be the WIZARD OF OZ in this teenage wasteland? My blood boils like a pot full of crawdads I hang garlic around my neck like a dog tag to repel all of you blood suckas fall back cause I don't need your energy because it's all bad I'd rather be by myself then lose a piece of myself cause every time you around I feel I'm cheating myself you always want to compare so go compete with yourself but you to busy j*cking off so wipe the grease off your belt or better yet start a movement call all you do is push buttons like a fat kid that's waiting on his quesadilla to melt your inflatable microwaveable ego is zero I'm the nose of the needle that dealt the lethal blow that you felt so take a look at what an artist is supposed to be cause you ain't nothin' but a second hand clone of me so hurry up because I gotta go but don't forget my milk and cookies when you baggin' up my groceries (BITCH!)