Revenge by GAWNE Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ya! They said Alfred Hitchcock was the theme on every song
So when I get diabolical, just know I had a cause
I been plotting my revenge
I know the men who did me wrong
All the money that they stole
Lot of people that they harmed
I had managers who played me like a ukulele
Luke was just a baby
But he grew up, now he′s capable and strong
20 thousand dollar check
Stolen from me while I had an empty tummy
I was hungry, gave my money to a shark
Now I ride around on empty when I'm driving in my car
Pinchin′ pennies, I'm not driving
I'm surviving off of art
Bought a verse from Crooked I when I was nineteen
But when I wouldn′t resign to my manager
That manager stole the song
Had no cash to get a lawyer
So I walked the way upon
I′ve been used
Straight abused by this industry
Y'all threw me to the dogs
I won′t be here very long
I'ma get a couple million for my momma
Then I′m outta here, I'm gone, uh
Ya, shit is absurd, right
Motherfucker, when I talk that talk
Budden never had a work nights
While you was sleepin′, I heard mics
You wonder why I'm strikin' with the venom
Quicker than a cobra hiding in the middle
What was really mellow till they started fuckin' with the kid again
I gotta push the pedal down
And put the pen up to the instrument
I'm leaving, when I'm gonna in a bitter fellow
I push through it, make a pussy go look stupid
Little bitch you ain't gonna do shit, ah
I'm all in as I'm sprawling my poker chips on the table
My career will either fall like the soviet
To be as baller as Kobe's was
I never chose the chosen one
But when you got the powers of Obi-Wan
You either become Kenobi
Or someone who never rose to the level
Or go to bust you baby yodas
Are not old enough to hold up a loaded gun
Let alone pick a bone with a doberman
I'll break you open like a coconut
Expose your guts, then crush 'em like solo cups
The show is now over folks
Please get home before the lyrical overload
Between M and I gives you a stroke
And then you die, heh (rest in peace)
Ya! They said Alfred Hitchcock was the theme on every song
So when I get diabolical, just know I had a cause
I been plotting my revenge
I know the men who did me wrong
All the money that they stole
Lot of people that they harmed
I had managers who played me like a ukulele
Luke was just a baby
But he grew up, now he′s capable and strong
20 thousand dollar check
Stolen from me while I had an empty tummy
I was hungry, gave my money to a shark
Now I ride around on empty when I'm driving in my car
Pinchin′ pennies, I'm not driving
I'm surviving off of art
Bought a verse from Crooked I when I was nineteen
But when I wouldn′t resign to my manager
That manager stole the song
Had no cash to get a lawyer
So I walked the way upon
I′ve been used
Straight abused by this industry
Y'all threw me to the dogs
I won′t be here very long
I'ma get a couple million for my momma
Then I′m outta here, I'm gone, uh
Ya, shit is absurd, right
Motherfucker, when I talk that talk
Budden never had a work nights
While you was sleepin′, I heard mics
You wonder why I'm strikin' with the venom
Quicker than a cobra hiding in the middle
What was really mellow till they started fuckin' with the kid again
I gotta push the pedal down
And put the pen up to the instrument
I'm leaving, when I'm gonna in a bitter fellow
I push through it, make a pussy go look stupid
Little bitch you ain't gonna do shit, ah
I'm all in as I'm sprawling my poker chips on the table
My career will either fall like the soviet
To be as baller as Kobe's was
I never chose the chosen one
But when you got the powers of Obi-Wan
You either become Kenobi
Or someone who never rose to the level
Or go to bust you baby yodas
Are not old enough to hold up a loaded gun
Let alone pick a bone with a doberman
I'll break you open like a coconut
Expose your guts, then crush 'em like solo cups
The show is now over folks
Please get home before the lyrical overload
Between M and I gives you a stroke
And then you die, heh (rest in peace)