Rozz Dyliams - Said Something Wrong lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Said Something Wrong lyrics]
What up Rozz what up Lord Quazz
Put you drinks down
Put your hands up for applause
I’m serving free food like a mosque
But it’s food for thought
It’s witches brew and I’m skimming
Off you the broth
And if I’m the best to ever do it dog
Then I don’t have anything to prove at all
Except doing me and moving on move along
I’ve been rapping fifteen years
And I guess it roughly adds up
To a couple thousand stupid songs
Cause, I got bars to mention
Music isn’t shit if you regard convention
And I am living proof of this
Etherial dreamscape lucidness
Two lovers and only one of em won’t
Leave me on some stupid shit
And lately I’m a stupid bitch
Full of kinetic energy and too lazy to
Figure out what to do with it
And if anything is getting through to
You then the only thing I’m
Tryna prove is all the time
You waste being a humanist
I must have said something wrong again
But, I’ve been saying it all along my friend
Trapped in a maze and I’m amazed
At all these angels with dirty faces
I was greatly disappointed with Dirty Acres
So I took it out and
Put another tape in attempts
To escape and create thirty
Minutes of blank slating twenty years
No more bunny ears
No more romanticizing the wonder years
If everything is nothing
That can only mean that
Everything is just another
Front to mask all of my other fears
Cause, I wish I could make another Mint
I wish I could make another one that
Didn’t suck and fucking make me cringe
I wish that I could get off of
My self-deprecating binge to the point
That I could maybe even make some friends
The world is your oyster
Up and Adam man unless you stay inside
And decide to blame it on Adavan
It’s time to run a new course on the street
Shower shave and take blue corpse off repeat
Put you drinks down
Put your hands up for applause
I’m serving free food like a mosque
But it’s food for thought
It’s witches brew and I’m skimming
Off you the broth
And if I’m the best to ever do it dog
Then I don’t have anything to prove at all
Except doing me and moving on move along
I’ve been rapping fifteen years
And I guess it roughly adds up
To a couple thousand stupid songs
Cause, I got bars to mention
Music isn’t shit if you regard convention
And I am living proof of this
Etherial dreamscape lucidness
Two lovers and only one of em won’t
Leave me on some stupid shit
And lately I’m a stupid bitch
Full of kinetic energy and too lazy to
Figure out what to do with it
And if anything is getting through to
You then the only thing I’m
Tryna prove is all the time
You waste being a humanist
I must have said something wrong again
But, I’ve been saying it all along my friend
Trapped in a maze and I’m amazed
At all these angels with dirty faces
I was greatly disappointed with Dirty Acres
So I took it out and
Put another tape in attempts
To escape and create thirty
Minutes of blank slating twenty years
No more bunny ears
No more romanticizing the wonder years
If everything is nothing
That can only mean that
Everything is just another
Front to mask all of my other fears
Cause, I wish I could make another Mint
I wish I could make another one that
Didn’t suck and fucking make me cringe
I wish that I could get off of
My self-deprecating binge to the point
That I could maybe even make some friends
The world is your oyster
Up and Adam man unless you stay inside
And decide to blame it on Adavan
It’s time to run a new course on the street
Shower shave and take blue corpse off repeat