Trend Setter by JxyCee Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Rigamortis
Tyrannosaurus
In a sauce pen
Nothing to do
Fuck it I'll just jerk off then
No trend
Fuck Ben
Fuck what he's been saying
If you say glow up
You're just saying fuck it then
You ain't menacing
You ain't cool by drinking cough medicine
Penicillin
All these children
And rhythms make me sound like a villain
Kill ya to death
Till your bones are chilling
The truth be told
It hath been spoken
Why are the lyrics so random?
Homie I am broken
Something I can't even hold
Is ironically in my palm
Sometimes you don't realize how important it is until it's gone
I know that experience homie
I ain't wrong
Why the hell do you think it's a song?
Sing along slut
What the fuck is happening
We need the police
Grab the chief
Grab the knife
Fuck it up
It ain't right
We gotta fight for our right
Even though we apparently born with it
Those are words to start some shit
Wait a minute I think I'm onto it
All the successful people got recognition
Even though the best people never show recogni-shit
Some people ain't even recorded
Some people are amazing just because they're bored shit
Fuck.. Is that how it is?
I don't know homie I'm just so broken
White boy so shook
Tells me just how it is in a book
Places everyone places
It's about to start
But before ya go we gotta talk
I know I say you blow
And you are too slow
But through the thick and pains
I hope ya like it
Start the show today
Oh no
I don't even wanna go
Home
Even though these motherfucking hoes wanna run like jigaloes
Jigadoes
Jigadoe
Who the fuck are you?
What the hell am I suppose to do?
"It's Everyday Bro" is trending
So
I guess I'm fucked
Until I make a trap song like..
Wait I have an idea!
Track nine
Oh god
I can't believe I blew this shit up like columbine
Trend sett..
Wait wait wait wait
Don't say that shit yet
No
This verse is mine
No one else is gonna join
Tenth album fucking platinum
And I'm gonna brag about it for the next ten years
That's happening
I feel like I might run around like everything is tragic
People don't even know when I'm sitting here
Like okay
I'm battling
The original song name used to be "Broken"
But now
Well
The chorus is about to be spoken
And ya know what it means
Honestly
Up my sleeve
There's a lot of rhythms-abithm-bithm-bithm-bithm-bithm-bithm
I'm with ya mother and your fucking sister
Giving her a blister on her lips
And fucking kissing her
From sucking the bitch
And I'm like
I don't even know
Sucking the lips
Dick sucking lips
Pussy lips
Pussy tips
I don't even give a shit about that shit
I'm a different Rapper
If I ever get famous
At least at this point
I think I am
I don't even know who I am
Who the hell am I?
Why the hell do I gotta go through this shit?
I don't even know what I'm talking about in this bitch
Gotta fucking wanna pigs smother
And I'm sitting here like
What the fuck is your mothers doing?
And brothers covers
As she's under the cover
Like
Oh brother
Mother smell the juana
Go down like I got a brother
(Interlude)
(Chorus)
Trend setter
Money getter
No sweater weather wearer x6
(Verse 2)
I know that my mind ain't open
But changing is something that I am hoping
See see see
See through my eyes
Oh my god oh my god
It's the son
Jesus Christ
Why why why
Why do you gotta visit me little hoe?
I told you we ain't fucking no more
At this point I'm guessing you're staying for the show
Well I ain't a one trick pony you fucking cunt yo
I'm sorry for my improbity
I know it causes your ass poverty
I'll introduce myself properly
And buy you some property
YouTubers nowadays wanna make a diss track
They got a clean history how can they diss that?
Most of these motherfuckers can't even rap
At this point the labels would be wanting me back
Want my signature
And my fucking ass
Intact
Go through the sewers with the dirty rats
And reach my hand in the rhyme and rap sack
I jot a lot when I'm sad
And mad
So you can tell that I'm cold as an iceberg man
I might fuck a transgender bitch
She got some nice tits
A well rounded ass
And a clean dick
Rigamortis
Tyrannosaurus
In a sauce pen
Nothing to do
Fuck it I'll just jerk off then
No trend
Fuck Ben
Fuck what he's been saying
If you say glow up
You're just saying fuck it then
You ain't menacing
You ain't cool by drinking cough medicine
Penicillin
All these children
And rhythms make me sound like a villain
Kill ya to death
Till your bones are chilling
The truth be told
It hath been spoken
Why are the lyrics so random?
Homie I am broken
Something I can't even hold
Is ironically in my palm
Sometimes you don't realize how important it is until it's gone
I know that experience homie
I ain't wrong
Why the hell do you think it's a song?
Sing along slut
What the fuck is happening
We need the police
Grab the chief
Grab the knife
Fuck it up
It ain't right
We gotta fight for our right
Even though we apparently born with it
Those are words to start some shit
Wait a minute I think I'm onto it
All the successful people got recognition
Even though the best people never show recogni-shit
Some people ain't even recorded
Some people are amazing just because they're bored shit
Fuck.. Is that how it is?
I don't know homie I'm just so broken
White boy so shook
Tells me just how it is in a book
Places everyone places
It's about to start
But before ya go we gotta talk
I know I say you blow
And you are too slow
But through the thick and pains
I hope ya like it
Start the show today
Oh no
I don't even wanna go
Home
Even though these motherfucking hoes wanna run like jigaloes
Jigadoes
Jigadoe
Who the fuck are you?
What the hell am I suppose to do?
"It's Everyday Bro" is trending
So
I guess I'm fucked
Until I make a trap song like..
Wait I have an idea!
Track nine
Oh god
I can't believe I blew this shit up like columbine
Trend sett..
Wait wait wait wait
Don't say that shit yet
No
This verse is mine
No one else is gonna join
Tenth album fucking platinum
And I'm gonna brag about it for the next ten years
That's happening
I feel like I might run around like everything is tragic
People don't even know when I'm sitting here
Like okay
I'm battling
The original song name used to be "Broken"
But now
Well
The chorus is about to be spoken
And ya know what it means
Honestly
Up my sleeve
There's a lot of rhythms-abithm-bithm-bithm-bithm-bithm-bithm
I'm with ya mother and your fucking sister
Giving her a blister on her lips
And fucking kissing her
From sucking the bitch
And I'm like
I don't even know
Sucking the lips
Dick sucking lips
Pussy lips
Pussy tips
I don't even give a shit about that shit
I'm a different Rapper
If I ever get famous
At least at this point
I think I am
I don't even know who I am
Who the hell am I?
Why the hell do I gotta go through this shit?
I don't even know what I'm talking about in this bitch
Gotta fucking wanna pigs smother
And I'm sitting here like
What the fuck is your mothers doing?
And brothers covers
As she's under the cover
Like
Oh brother
Mother smell the juana
Go down like I got a brother
(Interlude)
(Chorus)
Trend setter
Money getter
No sweater weather wearer x6
(Verse 2)
I know that my mind ain't open
But changing is something that I am hoping
See see see
See through my eyes
Oh my god oh my god
It's the son
Jesus Christ
Why why why
Why do you gotta visit me little hoe?
I told you we ain't fucking no more
At this point I'm guessing you're staying for the show
Well I ain't a one trick pony you fucking cunt yo
I'm sorry for my improbity
I know it causes your ass poverty
I'll introduce myself properly
And buy you some property
YouTubers nowadays wanna make a diss track
They got a clean history how can they diss that?
Most of these motherfuckers can't even rap
At this point the labels would be wanting me back
Want my signature
And my fucking ass
Intact
Go through the sewers with the dirty rats
And reach my hand in the rhyme and rap sack
I jot a lot when I'm sad
And mad
So you can tell that I'm cold as an iceberg man
I might fuck a transgender bitch
She got some nice tits
A well rounded ass
And a clean dick