"Smelling Salts" lyrics
Throw me beats, I dead 'em all
My fans are at the food bank satisfied, I fed 'em all (Fed 'em all)
They mad for me, think they skeptical
Like, "How you haven't blown? You must be shadow banned, this Meta's fault"
Never stall, still appreciate it if the blessings small
When Jerry gives you lines, it makes you think you hitting smelling salts
I fire off a bunch of thoughts
Gave up on the internet 'cause half of y'all are dumb as rocks
Grown white suburban men who claim they got a bunch of opps
Whose mothers do they laundry, getting mad 'cause you still cum in socks
Bad karma probably well deserved
Got a spot in hell reserved, don't say I didn't tell you first
Lotta time to think like a sentence that a felon served
I was writing raps when all my college friends were selling verve
Past life, couple stacks of pages and some graphite
I turned it to a business, stack the money to giraffe height
So put all your amigos on, your tía and your tío on
I fully strip the ego gone
I don't miss independently, I'm like that Neo song
White guy started talking crazy, this ain't Theo Von
Breakfast at Jerry's, it's eight o'clock sharp
Motherfuck a top chart, I'm just here to pop art
Probably burned some bridges in my past, well, that was not smart
But if you can't finish down the stretch, then what's a hot start?
Jerry, el desayuno está listo
Let's see here, let's see
Well, Mr. Zajac, we appreciate you coming (No problem)
We went and ran some numbers ('Kay), and I think it's out your budget (What?)
The pay stub states that you're an artist, I don't judge it (Okay)
But the grass is in the back, I think it's best that you go touch it
Fuck it, I ain't too upset, nothing here I do regret
'Cause half your favorite artists probably drowning in a pool of debt
I've used it all as fuel, I got enough of it to fuel a jet
My dad don't use no Spotify, he's asking 'bout my new cassettes
Fire drops, I'ma keep it yelling from the highest tops
But please do not disturb me when I'm writing in a quiet spot
Loop the beat, I'm tying knots, water all my driest crops
If you losing traction, that's on you to get your tires swapped
All I got's my words and my two balls
Stay out my pocket, learn from the cue ball (The cue ball, bitch)
When they knock you off your feet, only a few crawl
So real recognize real, really, I knew you knew ball (I knew you knew ball)
Another day alive and well
Providing for my clientele, the fans, I treat the clients well
I know what I've come here to seek, it's just they hide it well
And place the fake gold for distraction and hope you blind as hell (Blind as hell)
Where many come to try and fail
Promise you the day that I die, they'll say a giant fell
My fans are at the food bank satisfied, I fed 'em all (Fed 'em all)
They mad for me, think they skeptical
Like, "How you haven't blown? You must be shadow banned, this Meta's fault"
Never stall, still appreciate it if the blessings small
When Jerry gives you lines, it makes you think you hitting smelling salts
I fire off a bunch of thoughts
Gave up on the internet 'cause half of y'all are dumb as rocks
Grown white suburban men who claim they got a bunch of opps
Whose mothers do they laundry, getting mad 'cause you still cum in socks
Bad karma probably well deserved
Got a spot in hell reserved, don't say I didn't tell you first
Lotta time to think like a sentence that a felon served
I was writing raps when all my college friends were selling verve
Past life, couple stacks of pages and some graphite
I turned it to a business, stack the money to giraffe height
So put all your amigos on, your tía and your tío on
I fully strip the ego gone
I don't miss independently, I'm like that Neo song
White guy started talking crazy, this ain't Theo Von
Breakfast at Jerry's, it's eight o'clock sharp
Motherfuck a top chart, I'm just here to pop art
Probably burned some bridges in my past, well, that was not smart
But if you can't finish down the stretch, then what's a hot start?
Jerry, el desayuno está listo
Let's see here, let's see
Well, Mr. Zajac, we appreciate you coming (No problem)
We went and ran some numbers ('Kay), and I think it's out your budget (What?)
The pay stub states that you're an artist, I don't judge it (Okay)
But the grass is in the back, I think it's best that you go touch it
Fuck it, I ain't too upset, nothing here I do regret
'Cause half your favorite artists probably drowning in a pool of debt
I've used it all as fuel, I got enough of it to fuel a jet
My dad don't use no Spotify, he's asking 'bout my new cassettes
Fire drops, I'ma keep it yelling from the highest tops
But please do not disturb me when I'm writing in a quiet spot
Loop the beat, I'm tying knots, water all my driest crops
If you losing traction, that's on you to get your tires swapped
All I got's my words and my two balls
Stay out my pocket, learn from the cue ball (The cue ball, bitch)
When they knock you off your feet, only a few crawl
So real recognize real, really, I knew you knew ball (I knew you knew ball)
Another day alive and well
Providing for my clientele, the fans, I treat the clients well
I know what I've come here to seek, it's just they hide it well
And place the fake gold for distraction and hope you blind as hell (Blind as hell)
Where many come to try and fail
Promise you the day that I die, they'll say a giant fell
