Crystal Lake lyrics

[Intro]
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for that bullsh*t
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullsh*t
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullsh*t

[Verse: SXMPRA]
b*tch my mind is f*ckin’ twisted
Can't step, don't step back, but thank God for this
And that sh*t dip my teeth like a snake
Made no sh*t, and then f*ckin' hissed it
Did them motherf*ckers all bad, thinkin' they's all dead
Get the f*ck up off my face, them motherf*ckers 'bout to get mad
That's bad, I'm back, hit 'em in the back cad
Don't be give a f*ck, them motherf*ckers all dead
Dax like, "Boo, boo, what they do?"
Creep up with the f*ckin’ tomb
Flesh is fallin’ off my bones, I'm creepin' down
Sounds like I'm through
I'm through with these hectic motherf*ckas, gimme something new
Spendin' one dollar can turn them into a million [?] evidence
I can fear the changes and I'm starting to see
My path illuminated iridescent under my feet
The way I walk, talk, chalked up to what I have seen
I'm being taught between regret and the man that I wanna be
I just one push overlooking the edge
Staring at the ceiling and the wall with my head
It's screams on sent texts blowin' up causing death
I'm just a twisted motherf*cker, always being misread
Sippin' all this liquor, my liver will start to quiver
I shiver when I deliver, my innocence at the brink
The, the, the ranks I sit and spit at the victim
My friends are wishing I listen to what I'm giving them, giving them but the- (Vision)
I've been doing that, I don't know if I'm supposed to
But I'm about to make it, I'm about to suffer
I don't really give a f*ck, I'm about to rush
I've done my time, didn't remember that I got time
I've done my time, I got that bad time
Michael Myers in the street, I'm listening
You see, powerful identities
We are together, make fear of the highest
Our silence is deafening
Sxmpra spitting rays I ain't playin' no games
This be 64 bars straight up at yo face
Ain't no runnin' or coming up, aiming straight with the pace
I got that ice-cold style, homie, we ain’t the same
I'm a young motherf*cka but I know what I seen
I got the mind of a menace, mane you know how it be
And all you little brittle b*tches that be speakin' with keys
You better think twice before you waste your time I do this with ease
[Outro]
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullsh*t
Time to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Glock on my hip, ain’t got time for the bullsh*t