Overdrive - SHERLOCK HOLMES lyrics

So, for me
I've seen how people treat me
Weirdly in the past
They'll pretend to be friends with
Me and then they'll come
Back to stalk me somehow because
Of how I've changed
People, even close friends
Could always have a problem with how
I act and not tell me
And blow up in the end
If you have a fucking problem with me
Just fucking say it to my face

I’ve been walking thru these corridors and I
Have finally found a dead end
The doors of this hotel all unlocked
But nobody comes back in
I got you all in my palm, you motherfuckers
(aye)
I got you all in my palm, you motherfuckers
(aye)
I got you all in my palm
You motherfuckers ain’t shit till the day
You drop dead leaving something behind

It’s been a minute since I really
Got to speak on this
Everybody gon fucking feel it when
I bleed on this
Call me Sherlock Holmes
You Moriarty’s ain’t got shit on me when I’m
Exposing the bullshit that you preach on this
Ok I do it honestly with no filter
‘Cause the game is off balance like
The drums are off kilter
This shit is insane
Like fist fighting a grizzly bear
Finna speed up your trip up
To the man upstairs

What is all this bullshit that
You talk behind my back
I guess I can’t be loved by everyone but
In the end the hate won’t win
I got you all in my palm
And I am back for vengeance
All in my palm and I am back for it
I got you all in my palm
And I am back for vengeance
Cut the head off the snake
But it all grows back

Make a promise with they fingers
Crossed behind they backs
Please do not show love to me
But do it with left hand
You know I see it everywhere man
That shit is so crazy
Praise you for your creativity when
It is what they taking

You make project for profit your
Label wants a different vibe
They want that trap R&B that
Is popping every time
Everybody riding waves they
Never pushing forward
Imma be the great white
Shark killing the surfers
I got bullets for everybody, the
Magazine extra large, double XL
I’m so complex with the bars
I’ll be driving down the highway
Run yo shit over and when I done with
Your body I’ll be reversing the car
Put me inside of a padded room
A lobotomy is what I’m getting huh
Taking a look inside yourself there’s demons
In that fucking mirror bruh
Painting a picture like Van Gogh
Self mutilate under starry nights
I don’t really give a fuck 'bout y’all
We gon pull up make they mommas cry
Everybody got a couple bodies in they
Fucking closet that they always hiding
Mine is always just a bit full
So I guess kinda gotta leave open
AK-47 rearrange your face that’s
How I’m fucking working
Moving like plastic surgeon

What is all this bullshit that
You talk behind my back
I guess I can’t be loved by everyone but
In the end the hate won’t win
I got you all in my palm
And I am back for vengeance
All in my palm and I am back for it
I got you all in my palm
And I am back for vengeance
Cut the head off the snake
But it all grows back