eriditia lyrics

[Intro: Rita Remington, Anakin Skywalker, Tank Dempsey]
—You love me
You don't have to tell me lies
You don't have to say you love me
You don't have to tell me lies
You don't have to say you love me
You don't have to tell me lies
You don't have to say you love me (Believe me, I wish that I could just wish away my feelings)
You don't have to tell me lies (But I can't)
You don't have to say you love me
You don't have to tell me lies
You don't have to see forgiving
We both know we tried
Evеn though we didn't—
Oh, yeah, feel it meatsacks!
Surе, leave it up to me to kill them all!
Welcome to the party meatsacks!
They've got zero chance against me and the wunderwaffle
You see that?

[Verse]
Please don't try and make a scene, then you know where we at
Everybody tense so everybody got a strap
Everybody know me, I put n*ggas on the map
If any of you n*ggas got a tip you better scrap
Right before you load it up you wrap it in the plastic
I mean it's common sense but I don't mean to be sarcastic
Twelve raid the crib, hope they do not check the attic
Matter fact, let's relocate 'cause I'm the only tactic
Bad b*tch, posted up, listening to classics
Gun been on me, keep a P, we don't f*ck with semantics
I could be a better plug if I spoke for Hispanics
Dinner on the top floor she said I'm so romantic
This n*gga tried to run up on me, think he might be manic
Way I'm moving state to state they thought I was nomadic
Way I make sh*t disappear you thought I would know magic
Bought a diamond for you, wait remember, it's no traffic
Anything that happens to me could happen to you
Keep the piece if you don't, dude, I better keep the tool
I don't know my mathematics, I'm not good at school
Friday night I'm twisted, taking shots, I'm playing pool
Friday night I'm supposed to tell ya, I'm looking for a spot
If these n*ggas tell on me, I think I might get caught
And I told a felony, I'm ready for the bullsh*t
You done heard me rap 'bout me emptyin' a full clip
Brodie got a big mouth for someone who won't do sh*t
Half the time, you straight up, you ain't someone who gon' shoot sh*t
I can't reach out to my mans because I broke his iPhone
How I'm making money just to spend it, how would I know?
If I told the b*tches how I feel then how would that go?
Papa told me it ain't nothing that can make you slap hoes
Don't wanna hear your music, don't you show me something ba-
What you want just know pockets kinda fat though
I call up and fix it, he can wipe away the clean sh*t
She said she don't wanna talk again, but she don't mean it
sh*t, a n*gga go through it for they people I've done seen it
Windows, they all fishbowl, so to strive for it, maybe s—
[Instrumental Outro]