Campana - The Cuts (prod. Tyler Dopps) lyrics

(Chorus): I roll, with the cuts out We roll, with the cuts out I roll, with the cuts out We roll, with the cuts out I roll, with the cuts out We roll, with the cuts out I roll, with the cuts out We roll, with the cuts out (Verse 1): With the cuts out, yeah I'm changing up Gotta easel to paint, the games faded bruh I'm too dangerous Containing the haze in my brain and lungs Stay in my lane and I'm staying up So crank it up, give it one time for the stadium Said it ain't enough, bet that I'll prove it This year, look at that moves that I'm making with music, it's highly influenced; Above when I'm truant, these squares are congruent Collected my thoughts and to my amusement Envisioned the things that I saw in a shroom-trip Blacked out and I woke up Heard mute voice, then it spoke up Seems now that you're awoken Good riddance to the old ones Good riddles, fe-fi-fo-fum It's just me and my lonesome Entranced females gone want some Because I spit that potion Chime in to my devotions My penmanship crossed the ocean If you find it important You know that I'm token potent Gettin' Chuck E. Cheese, I'm token To the game, I'm deranged Ain't say no thang, cause I'm not that sane Chiefin' all that k**, just to ease that pain Why is all your neck in between that chain? You done act like you bought it And you can't teach an old dog new tricks Why you gone act like you taught it? (Repetition of Chorus x2) Verse 2: Soft drinks mixed with hard liquor Helluva chiefer, a bit of a sipper These bad girls done f**ed up; they lost a gla** slipper I'm just so surprised that they serviced you dinner Shooting jay's in the morning like a bball routine They intruding Here's a few things that I do think That's looping round with these mood swings Well first, got these distractions Don't let it matter or happen I'm Aladdin, bandit, vanish; A whole new world is what I'm standing in Snap a canvas with a canon Tell these haters just to "can-it" All they sh** is counterfeit Aren't I just a candidate What's the likelihood Of a teenage boy living on his own Everywhere I go the name they know And by my side's where I keep my foes That's reason why, I stay on my toes Because what they'll do, nobody will know Isn't it odd now they loving the flow Cause I'm giving em constant progression to show Put on my cap and I'm ready to go Down in my town's where I'm taking a stroll I'm tryna get rid of this cotton mouth Candy's a plausible thing, and I know It's nutty the way that I came on it Gone paint on it put a frame on it Funny how n***as wanna hate on this Clogged in your bowels cause you ain't no sh** (Repetition of Chorus)