A Letter To My Melancholy by B.A.T.H Lyrics

[Verse]
Can't afford no distractions
Don't come in last, stick to the task
I be making transactions
Give a fuck 'bout your faction
I don't need to imagine
Boy have you seen this, rise like a phoenix
Boy I rise from the ashes
This shit's just my fashion
You just mad cuz your pay slower
I be riding round in a Rover
Just admit that this shit's over
Big prize like I won poker
Bitch I give you a cold shoulder
Spitting heat like a flamethrower
Get ready for the takeover
Boy keep your composure
Lemme just switch my flow, now watch me glow
I fly high like a crow
I be making slaps on slaps, I'll take your hoe
And fuck her in my home
I can make a masterpiece, I don't need to speak
A modern day Van Gogh
Kissing on goth girls, no I don't want pearls
I just wanna make my cash and go
New money is great fragrance
Slow but surely getting famous
While your bitch ass stays nameless
Boy you're better off staying faceless
Fuck me man, you're so basic
Your name is quickly fading
There's a reason why you're hated
Fuck off bitch, get wasted
Motherfucker listen carefully
I don't need no therapy
I don't need your charity
And I say that sincerely
I got the sauce the recipe
Bitch you can't get the best of me
I be making my legacy
While your bitch sing my melodies
Anything I do, I crush it
And there's no need to rush it
If there's money then fuck it
Bitch I love this
I got your bitch blushing
And I did jack shit, nothing
And without further discussion
That shit bussin'
Lil bitch I ain't sorry
You're surprised like "Good golly"
I fucked your bitch until morning
Didn't need any coffee
My life is a story
All the good and the naughty
Now all these motherfuckers copy
A letter to my melancholy