Pinocchio by Blckbrd. Lyrics
Cut the strings off a puppet and hold him up for all to see
Lets tell the fans what you started and make a peasant fall to knees
Honestly, you sound the same on every song, what happened G?
Go back to making beats or learn to sell a fuckin' lease
A center piece of the scene
You're fuckin' twenty so please
Get a job and drop the act and maybe snag a degree
Don't start a war that you can't finish
Talkin' big but you're so timid
So don't tell us to run up
If you cannot state an opinion
I put this shit in my skin
You took a shit on your friends
A wannabe since the beginning
Your careers in the bin
Go back to suckin' dicks
And get your bitch out my DM's
I'm feeling sick of all this shit
I'll make a mother fucker cave in
Aye man how we do this without fake men?
Ever since you left, we been great man
Blade open your chest and let it cave in
Hold it on the fire then we burn the mark on satan
[Hook: Misfit]
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a Glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a Glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
[Verse 2: blckbrd]
Fuck a five foot four
Discount store Sonny Moore
Screaming bloody murder
These formers are tryna start a war
Shitty horror core
Too busy falling on your dirty sword
And flexing all your numbers
Like a comma's all your working for
You flex a shooter life, but you can't even shoot a video
Fucking with the brothers and a family you committed to
And I refuse to fill my clique with hypocrites
I'll rip into you bastards
It's a fact that you deserve a payment back for how you acted
You really wanted this didn't you
You took your time and you plotted this, didn't you
I'm here to straighten the story
And it's fucking funny that I was concerned with offending you
Feelings are miniscule
Baggy's are plentiful
I got a few in my back and it's dreadful
That people can call you a friend and be dead to you
Ten seconds after they acting political
Houston do we got a visual?
No
Black out the sky with the miserable smoke
You can't fit in with the murder of crows
Cause when I run up we run up as a whole
Only time you keep a pole is when you suck a dick
You're too busy with that for your dogs
I'm boutta kick in the door
Got my foot on your throat
See you at my headline show lil bitch
Lets tell the fans what you started and make a peasant fall to knees
Honestly, you sound the same on every song, what happened G?
Go back to making beats or learn to sell a fuckin' lease
A center piece of the scene
You're fuckin' twenty so please
Get a job and drop the act and maybe snag a degree
Don't start a war that you can't finish
Talkin' big but you're so timid
So don't tell us to run up
If you cannot state an opinion
I put this shit in my skin
You took a shit on your friends
A wannabe since the beginning
Your careers in the bin
Go back to suckin' dicks
And get your bitch out my DM's
I'm feeling sick of all this shit
I'll make a mother fucker cave in
Aye man how we do this without fake men?
Ever since you left, we been great man
Blade open your chest and let it cave in
Hold it on the fire then we burn the mark on satan
[Hook: Misfit]
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a Glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
How you talk that talk?
You ain't even got a Glock
[redacted] on the block?
Nah [redacted] making songs
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
Like a puppet all you do is what they want
[Verse 2: blckbrd]
Fuck a five foot four
Discount store Sonny Moore
Screaming bloody murder
These formers are tryna start a war
Shitty horror core
Too busy falling on your dirty sword
And flexing all your numbers
Like a comma's all your working for
You flex a shooter life, but you can't even shoot a video
Fucking with the brothers and a family you committed to
And I refuse to fill my clique with hypocrites
I'll rip into you bastards
It's a fact that you deserve a payment back for how you acted
You really wanted this didn't you
You took your time and you plotted this, didn't you
I'm here to straighten the story
And it's fucking funny that I was concerned with offending you
Feelings are miniscule
Baggy's are plentiful
I got a few in my back and it's dreadful
That people can call you a friend and be dead to you
Ten seconds after they acting political
Houston do we got a visual?
No
Black out the sky with the miserable smoke
You can't fit in with the murder of crows
Cause when I run up we run up as a whole
Only time you keep a pole is when you suck a dick
You're too busy with that for your dogs
I'm boutta kick in the door
Got my foot on your throat
See you at my headline show lil bitch