Letra de Jesus
Jesus
Why they always tryna throw me in the deep end
Am I gonna try to kill you? Well it depends
Why they always tryna throw me in the deep end
Am I gonna try to kill you? Well it depends
Me, myself and I, those my three friends
We demons
We stay creepin’
You can call me Thom Yorke
Carry my pain I been feeling like Björk
They been afraid of what I’m gonna say
I’m an unhinged fuck, can’t contain these thoughts
You would be scared if you seen these notes
19 years and I’m still seeing ghosts
Crying these tears, bitch I ain’t no joke
But I ain’t gone pop so you might get smoked
Who am I kidding
I’m just complaining
I’m underground but I wish I was famous
I’d sell my soul to the devil, I’m shameless
But I am the truth even when I fake it
Funny how you bitches act like angels for the gram
Fakest shit I’ve ever seen, got knives with your name in my bag
I can’t take it, won’t fake it
Have to leave the group if I make it
Don’t come and say that you’re proud of me when you never supported
This is passion on fire
If you don’t feel it, you lying
Me and my clique stay the realest
Up in the function, we flying
Cut through the noise, left and right
Blazing a trail of light
To keep our demons in the dark
We making music all night
(BAH, BAH, BAH!)
You think you’re hard? You’re a penis
Cocky for no damn reason
This ain’t hate, this is revenge
I’m not the one to be messed with
Bitch the fuck, you ain’t Jesus
Your act is hella misleading
I’mma feed you to the tigers and release all their leashes
We demons
We stay creepin’
You can call me Thom Yorke
Carry my pain I been feeling like Björk
They been afraid of what I’m gonna say
I’m an unhinged fuck, can’t contain these thoughts
You would be scared if you seen these notes
19 years and I’m still seeing ghosts
Crying these tears, bitch I ain’t no joke
But I ain’t gone pop so you might get smoked
Who am I kidding
I’m just complaining
I’m underground but I wish I was famous
I’d sell my soul to the devil, I’m shameless
But I am the truth even when I fake it
Funny how you bitches act like angels for the gram
Fakest shit I’ve ever seen, got knives with your name in my bag
I can’t take it, won’t fake it
Have to leave the group if I make it
Don’t come and say that you’re proud of me when you never supported
This is passion on fire
If you don’t feel it, you lying
Me and my clique stay the realest
Up in the function, we flying
Cut through the noise, left and right
Blazing a trail of light
To keep our demons in the dark
We making music all night
(BAH, BAH, BAH!)
You think you’re hard? You’re a penis
Cocky for no damn reason
This ain’t hate, this is revenge
I’m not the one to be messed with
Bitch the fuck, you ain’t Jesus
Your act is hella misleading
I’mma feed you to the tigers and release all their leashes
