Sorted lyrics
by Ouija Macc
Just feels like down is up, up is down and I don't know what the fucc is going on right now bruh
Ooh Ooh
Riding on tour settle my scores
I got the drip today [?]
Tried to clone me let's try some more
I got the wicked sh*t steady perspiring out of my pores
I'm going the fucc off in my own direction they follow my course
I'm bout to mop 'em all up with a stick and just call it the chores
Cause I got the keys now to all of the doors
My killers is [?] shoot the fucc up til the speakers distorted
Everything in life feels so distorted
Baby Ouija probably should have been aborted
All this sh*t I'm rocking is imported
Walk with me lil' momma you get sorted
Everything in life feels so distorted
Anything I want I can afford it
I don't know why life is full of torment
I jut know I had to get it sorted (I gotta sort it out)
Ooh ooh ooh
Big bankroll can get used to this
Pain and suffering is how I used to live
All I ever knew is feeling uselessness
But somehow I was being used the confusion is
How can I be nothing if I use my gift
Everybody calling me a piece of sh*t
Try to get a grab but both my wrists be slit
Hatchet give me power I unleash the sh*t
Micheal my watch now
Micheal my drawers
Micheal like Myers now
Micheal like Kors
Micheal like Jackson now
Micheal like Jordan
Feeling like Micheal now, Micheal like Moore [x2]