D I Y.

Title	D I Y.
Artist	PRDCTDGTAL
Album	Campfire.
Release Date	2019-08-09
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Lyrics	[Verse 1: Isaiah] Charisma like Bundy Lay it down bluntly Addicted to my own shit like drugs to a junky Gonna see the game shift All my foes tumbling Let me share my gift hear my voice thundering Wiping out the mumblers Shouted out the underheard Yeah sure the lines are blurred except I’m the best Mexi in the Midwest Workin at Wally World skills to impress Trying to be humble but the only Sam I wanna work for Is the one and only uncle Sure I'm a king I am so sly following my dreams Least I’ll say I tried When you get degrees I’ll keep it DIY Till I D-I-E Gonna do big things 'cause I got that drive Want to be me? Can’t match my route Best better flee and eat your heart out Salvation is what the people wanna talk about (Damn) [Verse 2: Aaron] No codeine no fake dreams No fuck boys this the dream team I spit weird I go hard I stick to my guns I am charged I’m meant for the top of the game (What?) Got too much shit in my brain (yuh?) MGMT or old Tom Frost I am so fucking insane! (Ahhh!) Drive a whip that’s fucking foreign I’m Bob Marley I’m Mick Jagger My name should hang in the rafters Larry Bird I’m Michael Jordan Listen to this it ain’t boring CREAM dolla bills pouring Cause it’s DIY until I D-I-E Look at me who the fuck I be? Black sheep of my family Checked my reality Not blowing up so fuck me I do it my own fucking way That’s why they don’t play me Maybe I’m just too white? My goals are just too high Maybe it’s cause I don’t care You casual I’m black tie By and large I’m the best guy Campfire change the game PLouks the fucking name Zed Isaiah we proclaim We don’t need this fucking fame You might also like[Verse 3: Zed] Lyrical assassin attacking the masses Go and put that whack shit back in the package Slapping these bastards with masterful action Cats slack when they rap I have a reaction Got the complex patterns Make your neck shatter Flow so cold bitch feel your teeth chatter Beat on the beats geez I’m leaving 'em battered Let me spell it out so you understand me I keep it DIY until D-I-E (I-E) Rap music with a punk mentality Give your girl my seven inch like a 45 for free I’m a rapper but I never picked up the stick to shoot Instead I was Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof I’m an arthouse motherfucker that’s the truth But I rip shit up like I’m Biggie in the booth Am I pussy for joining a college theater? Singing along to The Smiths blaring out my speakers For when I played sports I was chilling on the bleachers Nah, motherfucker I’m a beast on these features Just got a unique style get with me Father John Misty tipsy off a fifth of whiskey Pretentious little fucker with my words I ain’t thrifty Artsy white kid Rhymesayers should enlist me Rhymesayers should enlist me