Flytrap Interlude by ATHRV, BHUVXN Lyrics
From sixth to twelfth
I never failed when i helped myself
Picked the pen and refilled myself
Now they pick on me when i pick myself
The only person i've had a problem respecting is myself so trust me
I'll tear you a new asshole and sew it back
Don't play yourself
You don't have to ask no one
I'm keeping the game natural
This shit don't have no bots
I did get my style from em
So i can send your ass to god
You're trash but your last girl's not, so far
Just helped her with high notes, ugh
I know the difference in clout and trauma
It's the greed of needs
I found it out on the street of rebels
Where clouds of dark past will leak forever
And mountains form from the peak of efforts
Where all of y'all walk for weeks and creep
Back shouting out loud for ears' attention
But i'm still en routè, you brief summaries
Are nothing
I'm the whole reader's section
Of the oxford library, i barely let go
Or move for the hits, looking right like a left hook
Your mood's gonna swing in replies like a lesbo
Huh, or you'll reply like a lesbo
Lie with you chest swole
Rhyme for you next hoe
The crime rate is high and my guy is so despo
To buy a new diary but sike it's a death note
The i-town is mine like my last name is jobs
So to defend myself
You can call it made in, there's no one wicked
I rate myself
High on tables cause i'm striking for my own targets daily
Won't fade myself
Trynna chase the empire, building on side
I swear my one day's a test
If i'm on benches i rely on duckworth
When i can't myself
Like hay in pitches i slow the
Pace myself
My aim is different, i mould
The pain myself
They're raising fingers when you're bold
I trained myself
Like rain in cricket, there's one who can
End the game
Flytrap
I never failed when i helped myself
Picked the pen and refilled myself
Now they pick on me when i pick myself
The only person i've had a problem respecting is myself so trust me
I'll tear you a new asshole and sew it back
Don't play yourself
You don't have to ask no one
I'm keeping the game natural
This shit don't have no bots
I did get my style from em
So i can send your ass to god
You're trash but your last girl's not, so far
Just helped her with high notes, ugh
I know the difference in clout and trauma
It's the greed of needs
I found it out on the street of rebels
Where clouds of dark past will leak forever
And mountains form from the peak of efforts
Where all of y'all walk for weeks and creep
Back shouting out loud for ears' attention
But i'm still en routè, you brief summaries
Are nothing
I'm the whole reader's section
Of the oxford library, i barely let go
Or move for the hits, looking right like a left hook
Your mood's gonna swing in replies like a lesbo
Huh, or you'll reply like a lesbo
Lie with you chest swole
Rhyme for you next hoe
The crime rate is high and my guy is so despo
To buy a new diary but sike it's a death note
The i-town is mine like my last name is jobs
So to defend myself
You can call it made in, there's no one wicked
I rate myself
High on tables cause i'm striking for my own targets daily
Won't fade myself
Trynna chase the empire, building on side
I swear my one day's a test
If i'm on benches i rely on duckworth
When i can't myself
Like hay in pitches i slow the
Pace myself
My aim is different, i mould
The pain myself
They're raising fingers when you're bold
I trained myself
Like rain in cricket, there's one who can
End the game
Flytrap