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wake up - ryan oakes lyrics

i been counted out homie ever since the fifth grade
its hard to make friends when you’ve never make a mistake
even back then i had a girl that had a thick waste
half of my “friends’ would end up finding how my kids taste

stabbed my back they went and did it with a switch blade
and walked around town with they mother f*ckin’ chin raised
when you 6 foot with a d*ck that make you 6’8
you find out pretty quick that every alpha males b*tch made

switch lanes labels tell me learn to pick a genre
but every paycheck keeps adding another comma
i got dirt on this entire industry so if they comin with the drama
ima let fly and change my name to karma

carbon copy motherf*ckers really tryna test me
they all up on my d*ck it ain’t the type that’s s*xy
you signed for 20 bands and somehow disrespect me
im making that sh*t every month off of my streams that sh*t don’t impress me
wake up

the story never change it stay the same
you look the other way pretending all my sh*ts lame
the easy way outs to put a bullet in my brain
and watch ’em blow my sh*t up while i’d be rolling in my grave
out of control and i’m insane, if you were me you’d be the same
everybody got a piece of them they never learned to tame
learned to put mine on a leash and keep it locked inside a cage
but homie i can find the key i’d need in everything you say

tell these labels that i’m unaccessible, i’m not flexible
a feature cost however many bands at festivals
my life path gave me ten pound t*st*cl*s
that got your girl buff dog it’s not the vegetables

(unacceptable) a menace to society
i meant what i said when i give dead men anxiety
they’re scared of what can happen if i wake up whats inside of me
g*nius or insane they’ll write a book on my psychiatry

wake up

out stream kids that signed for milis, that’s a disaster
labels definitely wanna k!ll me that bring me laughter
they tell me that i should to let it go but i’m a b*st*rd
i’ma milk it like i’m opening a f*cking pasture

drop nothing but hits boy
k!lling beats like a mother f*ckin sick boy
mommy cut checks now you wanna act rich boy
i just doubled all of that, and made it off of bitcoin, ugh
y’all predictable, and unoriginal
f*ck this industry its too political
half you p*ssies think you’re invincible
my jobs turning all of you invisible

unforgivable, turn me to the villain
seen the glass half full thats unfulfilling
ima top it off till the sh*t start spilling
call 911 im boutta make me a k!lling
f*ck you

- ryan oakes lyrics

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