Where The Wild Things Are by The Rant (Big Murk and Yung Loaf) Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Macbook talking bout a note
Whack look old man, seasons go
Never gonna pull up to ur door
Never gonna tell you what I know and what I don’t

Sever seven limbs and I ain’t got enough beef
Tell me something I should know before I fuckin' leave
Broken down a synonym and I ain’t own a beat
I don’t give a shit about the kicks that on your feet
I don’t give a shit about my insta fuckin' feed
Sitting here behind a damn screen
They won’t even know if imma bleed

Seeing shit I’m tripping it’s a wild thing
Conversating talking been a while thing
Gold treasure and better pleasure and all the fucking cheddar that is Sharper than the nail that you be filing

[Hook]
Wild beasts in the city where the streets ain’t lit
Type beats and the profit that supply that drip
Bake bread take a minute but I’m on that shit
Bake bread take a minute but I’m on that shit

Bake bread take a minute but I’m on that shit
Bake bread take a minute but I’m on that shit