Kind of sort of happy lyrics

[Verse 1: Biv]
Had a bad night, the parasite of life will never let me see the light
Clip the blinds tight
Don't trust your talk or your sight, I could beat the pus*y right
But it's distraction to my mind, but my stride will out live your life
Promise on promise, I think of making them dollars
Before the demons can holla back, keep you pack
I say f*ck all that, I got fam to feed jack
Never speak to that, tell me where your demons at?
f*ckas got ya back when it's the last act
I get too attached, pop till I relax or pop one on her back
You f*ckin with a bad, mad, maximum, dash for the better past
My nuts the only thing I'm holding back
Your face the f*cking landing pad
I can tell you where I been at, but it seem that
Nobody really feign that, nobody really seem that
Not same as me believe that
I toss ya b*tch to my mans like lead pass
The b*tch burning on her knee caps
While you was steady flashin money stacks, she run it back
Honey badge up on that ass
Make the most before these demons nap my ass
Before these demons nap my ass, yuh, yuh
Shut your motherf*cking face
I can't speak in public, but I know my place
And where I stay will stay the same
From the day the boy became space to fill the void of place
I been underweight, disgraced and underpaid
And ya'll really think I f*ckin play
Keep it to myself I tuck away, hold the days
Like the guts twisting around my f*ckin waist
But least I know my f*cking name
But least I know my f*ck- yeah
[Spoken Word: theo]
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[Verse 2: Biv]
Tell me what the f*ck, tell me who the f*ck
Gonna tell me what?
What it's like for us
Boy I been the dust
Kickin up in your guts
Boy you keep them cups
Believe I seen the cuts
When she pull on up
I'ma pull up with stuff
With my nuts in cuff
You can't feel me, trust
Tell me who the f*ck, want to be like us
Ain't they wonder what has gotten into us
I just need some, nah f*ck it I won't say it's name
Like you been in my brain
I ain't feel no pain for your mouf*ckin mistakes
I see all of them stains, yeah
I'm kind of sort of happy they the ones that I made
And you ain't never been the type
To hold down the sh*t that I just crave, but
Close your legs, cause I'ma keep my sons from your shade
From your f*cked up shade