Oddyssey - Les Enfants Terrible lyrics

[Verse 1: Oddyssey] I've known not a God for many years You don't know a thing about me, you just know how I appear And by appear, I mean reluctantly exist The universe is begging that I cease and desist But Major moves is being made, I hope I lose myself I got the drive, but it's impossible to move myself Never in doubt, I feign fear just to amuse myself I'm the sh**... nah wait, let me excuse myself Damn, I was dangerous before all this zombie sh** Livin' life dated ain't the play, I'm with this bloggin' sh** I'm trynna be out in Paris or Prague and sh** I'm trynna log off, stay off all that offin' sh** Cus' n***as die and I ain't trynna be statistic-ated And to Hell with savage, I'm really trynna live sophisticated Unnanticpated, you ain't heard it and you already hate it? Well, you know what they say, it's just you against discrimination And since you claim it, come meet me round the Dade And I pray, you never take any offer I lay on the table I'll say motherf** a label, I been rapping since the natal I don't wanna dot the I's and get locked up in the stable Relationships are something of a myth for me Even though all I need is a b**h to cook and b**h towards me And this, of course, is becoming another love song Another love song about sh** becus loves wrong Lourdes, I want you there when they bury me When I get a deal, I'mma call her and ask her to marry me If she's with her boy, I'll make sure the n***as scared of me Count how many goons around yo' crib before you glare at me, p**y Money comin' in, Creative Control calling Might be in Vice magazine, the way the cards are falling I wanna be in Complex, they needa stop stalling Cover of The Fader or a life of installing dry wall and I'm immortal, Dennis went and said it himself Elliot did a spell and my Horcruxes on my shelf I never once worried once about my health But now I'm coughing up blood and not sharing none of my wealth A f**ing Legacy means sh** to a minor, but a gold chain and versace is sh** to some old timers So if you think you a f**ing fashion designer, just know your sh**'ll fade out just like a drunk b**hes eyeliner And I minor, well I Major in half a**ing, my pa**ion is a carton of d**h and some a** grabbing High fashion, damn I'm clothes minded, lost my Remembrall and I need to be reminded that I'm only 17, my life should be rewinded, and if I coul asked you would you kindly? You'd be momentarily blinded You are alive and need to understand rejections, and if you're circle ain't tight you need to eject some Marionettes, just know I hate you if I've met you, and if we ever f**ed, I'm trying my hardest to forget you I hate rapping, I just do it for my set, and you could shove it up ya a** if that makes you kind of upset And yet, I wholeheartedly regret, ever buying that ca**ette and freestyling in that Chevrolet I'm praying for a reset, and a bad brunette, but for now I'll settle for some drank and a cigarette. sh**