Tearing My Head Out

Landfill

Tearing my head out
Grab a little knife just so I can get the sweat out
Call me all the time just so I know when to head out
Don't care if it's gold, I just pull a bunch of bread out
Rocky like the mountains overhead in Colorado
Personality was like a sponge, had to squeeze out
I ain't put out nothing just so I could think in peace
Sell another lease, peanut butter grease, yeah
One wish, couple digits
I feel like I'm Brayden, talkin' to the pigeons
Fuck being discovered, I feel hella wicked
But I ain't pass the torch to none of these lil' bitches
Fuck rock, fuck pop, fuck rap
You not shittin' on my neck, get your nose flat
I could make shit like a blam, and that's no cap
I don't even say that phrase 'til it fall flat
I'ma make this bitch a minute 'cause I'm Minute Maid
I'ma make this ho a minute 'cause I'm Minute Maid
I'ma make this bitch a minute 'cause I'm Minute Maid
I'ma make this ho a minute 'cause I'm Minute Maid