Brevin Kim, Biv - Carbon Dioxide lyrics

Had to switch my style up
Carbon copy bodies start to pile up
Sell they soul like that fucker dialed up
Sell my soul prolly too, be honest
Pivot foot still a perfect spiral
Walk a tight rope just to go viral
I’m the pilot, can’t deny shit
No matter the ink, no matter how you file it
10+ in came thru, re-styled shit
Lotta drivin but I don’t boast my mileage
Spread a bitch like a windows virus
Cut a wrist but I’m talkin myself
Big ass talk a lot of pussies wilin
Dye that wig
That shit ain’t make you violent
What you tote up under under garments?
Cell phone clip I fuckin promise!
Pistol sit up under on your eyelash
Bellyaching like you Billie Eilish
Poppin pills when you feelin like it
Fill a cup when you feelin like it
Poppin shit cause I fuckin need it
Everybody got fake demons
Now everybody got fake demons
I’m barely breathin just tryna survive shit
Oh I sing so I can’t do rap now?
Pluck the strings so I can’t do trap now?
Been a rapper 15 years back now
Pussies talkin you ain't know my background
Think I'm happy cause of the
Beach in the back now?
Think them colors a gon' erase my blackout?
I blow my brains before I blow my back out

Whole lotta pain like a double up
Ain't too concerned bout a double cup
Talk to myself then I fuck it up
Heavy chest but got a lotta love

A lottta love a lotta love
But it's not enough
It’s not enough, gotta run
Head been heavy as of lately
A couple dribbles and a lotta changes
Voices tellin me to rearrange shit
Wallpaper tell me re paint it
All paper got my head tainted
I hope that money don't change me
I hope that money don't change me

They look simple with they cash dog
I don't need ya
When my bones start to cast off
I don't need ya yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Put that where it all began
I miss everything, I won't ever speak again
Come pretend, fuck boy never come correct
Burning in my head
Burning to the sound of it
Why you fuck my set?
Keepin it all in my chest
I don't give none of my bag
Still ain't got over my past
Still ain't got over my past
I been attacked, all in his head
You never there, poppin em back
Killin them dead, hope for the best
Hiding them checks, don't give a chance
I ain't giving them a chance
I ain't giving them a chance

I got more problems, than I wanted
I been got it, never shot it
Might get bothered
Might just cop it, maybe pop it
Cut your profit microscopic, heavy pockets
Barely process, love been honest
I'm the villain, victim, system fix em
Got em in they pocket
Got em in they pocket (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

They look simple with they cash dog
I don't need ya
When my bones start to cast off
I don't need ya yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh