EPINEPHRINE lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Back off, JAMES
Phoney, wallace

[Chorus]
Lately, it's all just been p*ssin' me off
La-lately, I feel like I don't wanna talk
La-lately, I keep runnin' into a wall
Wanna knock myself off, but I can't take a loss
Lately, I guess I been feelin' complacent
I don't feel comfortable in my own space
And I just wan' cop me a 'K, and walk into a place—
(I probably shouldn't say that on a song)

[Verse 1]
I am not here for the dumb sh*t
I don't facilitate f*cksh*t, n*ggas is buggin'
I ain't really with the fussin'
We could really get to tusslin'
I need a break, please get the f*ck out my face
Give me space when I'm walkin'
Don't talk to me, I just might snap
Y'all got me blowin' exotic
I'm sparkin' and inhalin' toxins, this really that gas
Epinephrine, this sh*t got me stressin'
Just one of those days, I might teach him a lesson
He wan' gossip but don't wanna pop sh*t
You holdin' that Glock but, b*tch, who you protectin'?
Ain't no tellin' 'bout what's finna happen
When I get to snappin', I black when I'm p*ssed off
He want static, it's up like a attic
I know that he cappin', you act like a b*tch, dawg
[Chorus]
Lately, it's all just been p*ssin' me off
Lately, I feel like I don't wanna talk
Lately, I keep runnin' into a wall
Wanna knock myself off, but I can't take a loss
Lately, I guess I been feelin' complacent
2020, we still dealin' with racists
I just wan' cop me a K, and walk into a place
And shoot everybody in they faces

[Part II]

[Segue]
​tsuyunoshi

[Verse 2]
"When is he gon' switch it up?
All he talk about is being mad and not givin' a f*ck"
pus*y, I know you not tough
So, it's in your best interest to sit back and shut the f*ck up
Listen to everythin' I gotta say in my brain
All this pain and this hatred
I don't wanna, but tell me why every time
I look around, all I can do is hate sh*t
Ayy, I do this so you don't have to
Turn my sh*t up when you down in a bad mood
Still got haters, don't know why you mad, dude
Don't give a f*ck, so I got that sh*t tattooed
Ayy, if I was you, I would be mad too
Wastin' your breath, n*gga, tell me who asked you
Need your ass whooped, that sh*t must be past due
f*ckin' him up like a middle school bathroom
Stompin' his face in the back of his skull
Runnin' his head through a motherf*ckin' wall
Knockin' him out, ain't sh*t breakin' his fall
I might be p*ssed but I'm havin' a ball
Thirty-five rounds to his motherf*ckin' spine
Death in his eyes, now he frozen in time
I bet he didn't think when he woke up today
That he was ready to die
[Chorus]
Epinephrine, sh*t got me stressin'
I keep a weapon, Glock got extensions
Epinephrine, teach him a lesson
I leave him wrecked and send him to heaven
Epinephrine, watch where you steppin'
I got a bullet for you and your best friends
Count your blessings, leave him beggin'
Who he testin'? Epinephrine