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Bad vibes tryna kill me, sad vibes cause I ain't trendy.
Talk that trash behind my back, but pretend to be friendly.
Only time I feel alive, is when I wanna die.
We ascending to the sky.
Mad vibes can't get me though I ain't got envy.
All the critics pointing, but people pointing fingers I got plenty!
Bad vibes tryna kill, worried bout quarantine cause I got Bills.
Walking down the street to the CVS to pick up my pills.
But when I get home I throw em in trash.
I ain't wanna be like mama scratching just because she gotta rash.
Like what about Bob I gotta take a vacation,
From my problems. Mainly from satan.
But my minds already twisted, kidnap the fans mind, like I'm from taken.
And than I go off about why the critic's hatin'? Haha.
Now the dark side, Agony has woken.
I feed off you haters like a rodent.
Ask any my fans, you don't wanna be the opponent.
Ill go all Modern Samurai on you and cut you open.
Maybe not a samurai maybe I'm Mars, God of war the roman.
The God had spoken, in this moment.
I'm probably the closest to be being at my lowest.
But since I'm "white" I'm noticed, ain't that bogus?
Dually noted. But while you under the worlds hypnosis.
I'm where near Mars in space, just floatin', full focused.
Bad vibes tryna kill me, sad vibes cause I ain't trendy.
Talk that trash behind my back, but pretend to be friendly.
Only time I feel alive, is when I wanna die.
We ascending to the sky.
Mad vibes can't get me though I ain't got envy.
All the critics pointing, but people pointing fingers I got plenty!
Adam's music is always switching moods. Its unusual.
Well, that's what happens when I'm being truthful.
Honestly, my honesty is scary and its brutal.
"He's gonna kill somebody! This man is cruel!"
All of the petty shots are futile, and give me fuel.
I'm starting to learn I dont need everybody's aproval.
And when it comes to wars, to stay neutral.
I mean, we already know my skill. Its beyond this world, Haha, like a god.
So, I dont need be told that im odd, or be told what I'm not. I ain't gotta facade.
But I write to get my listeners through tough-times.
But haters gunna hate, so I gotta carry some punch-lines.
Yet I still get told I'm brain-less
Because I'm slept on, not famous.
And no matter how much they try n contain-this.
They cant contain me. And its plain-sense.
Bad vibes tryna kill me, sad vibes cause I ain't trendy.
Talk that trash behind my back, but pretend to be friendly.
Only time I feel alive, is when I wanna die.
We ascending to the sky.
Mad vibes can't get me though I ain't got envy.
All the critics pointing, but people pointing fingers I got plenty!
So go ahead. Point so more.
I ain't care anymore.
