THAT AIN’T ME by Rad Abe Lyrics
[Verse 1] ( RAD ABE ) :
Head down to the fuckin floor
When those clowns knockin at my door
Dying to be famous but run back home when crowd getting cold
Now I realized that even satan is hate to growin old
Watch plastic artists dominating 024
I am the one who judge it all from the backseat
Laughing And beef ‘em all like Simon cowell did
I am also the one who confused and wishin for a clue
Cus I used to the one that make atlas city crazy too
I know I know I know, I should keep my voice low
I crawl I crawl I crawl, cus I am burnin while it snow
Take me take me take me, to the place where I can’t grow
Blinded blinded blinded, famous dummies trynna steal the show
[Hook]
Looking for a star?
Looking for a clown?
I’m sorry that ain’t me
That ain’t me
[Verse 2] (cosmicburp) :
Dont come and celebrate
I saw what you done, ain't none but hate
Closing all the gates, eyes gone fadin
Turn of the phaser, stop entertaining
I dont keep grudges, who am i to judge you
But everything jus non, nobody ain't got ya
So please be cautious, this beat enormous
No sleep, regardless you see us conquer
Sub conscious, agreed no options, dont give a fuck to every comments
Cause i dont see a thing that we both have in common
You would never see urself falling cause youre not prominent
Ain't dominating, youre balling, calling out mollies
Policies, got none to do with all of this
Call police, everything you see moves into convergence
Wanna know what next? I tell ya ways give you awesomeness
Purgatory is the end of story
Dont wanna sound corny
Give no leverage for me
Sounds no foreign
Dont read clockwork orange
The rain won't stop pourin
Tell to low your courage
Born superpower
Exception youre coward
You think you are flowers
I vow i just vomitted
Amazing prophet
With numbers of promise
I stan my own corpus
I dont do ponder
[Hook]
Looking for a star?
Looking for a clown?
I’m sorry that ain’t me
That ain’t me
[Outro] ( RAD ABE )
Trollin and get paid
I guess you’re in the wrong scene
Offering free party
I’m wondering who’s name you sellin
Call me superman cus I’m about to shot a laser to your fuckin dome and ask you gently
“Did you fuckin bleed?”
I dont mind if you think I’m rude, you can call me the realest
And please don’t pray for my healthy, my doctor call me the illest
I’m ready, I’m coming, with a warning, no surprises
This is Rad Abe speaking, All clowns better asking for forgiveness
Head down to the fuckin floor
When those clowns knockin at my door
Dying to be famous but run back home when crowd getting cold
Now I realized that even satan is hate to growin old
Watch plastic artists dominating 024
I am the one who judge it all from the backseat
Laughing And beef ‘em all like Simon cowell did
I am also the one who confused and wishin for a clue
Cus I used to the one that make atlas city crazy too
I know I know I know, I should keep my voice low
I crawl I crawl I crawl, cus I am burnin while it snow
Take me take me take me, to the place where I can’t grow
Blinded blinded blinded, famous dummies trynna steal the show
[Hook]
Looking for a star?
Looking for a clown?
I’m sorry that ain’t me
That ain’t me
[Verse 2] (cosmicburp) :
Dont come and celebrate
I saw what you done, ain't none but hate
Closing all the gates, eyes gone fadin
Turn of the phaser, stop entertaining
I dont keep grudges, who am i to judge you
But everything jus non, nobody ain't got ya
So please be cautious, this beat enormous
No sleep, regardless you see us conquer
Sub conscious, agreed no options, dont give a fuck to every comments
Cause i dont see a thing that we both have in common
You would never see urself falling cause youre not prominent
Ain't dominating, youre balling, calling out mollies
Policies, got none to do with all of this
Call police, everything you see moves into convergence
Wanna know what next? I tell ya ways give you awesomeness
Purgatory is the end of story
Dont wanna sound corny
Give no leverage for me
Sounds no foreign
Dont read clockwork orange
The rain won't stop pourin
Tell to low your courage
Born superpower
Exception youre coward
You think you are flowers
I vow i just vomitted
Amazing prophet
With numbers of promise
I stan my own corpus
I dont do ponder
[Hook]
Looking for a star?
Looking for a clown?
I’m sorry that ain’t me
That ain’t me
[Outro] ( RAD ABE )
Trollin and get paid
I guess you’re in the wrong scene
Offering free party
I’m wondering who’s name you sellin
Call me superman cus I’m about to shot a laser to your fuckin dome and ask you gently
“Did you fuckin bleed?”
I dont mind if you think I’m rude, you can call me the realest
And please don’t pray for my healthy, my doctor call me the illest
I’m ready, I’m coming, with a warning, no surprises
This is Rad Abe speaking, All clowns better asking for forgiveness