Boomerang

[Verse 1]
Music’s art, so I’m quick to the draw
Music is a drug, so I got the withdrawals
And I deal with them all
If actions speak louder? Turn my volume up (Ayo, that boy sound like Tyler)
Ayo, what the fuck am I recording
I don’t talk shit, my success does the talking
Acting like the kid ain’t never been a problem
Trust me, bitch, I’m a motherfucking problem
That’s never resolving, because I will knock them

[Chorus]
I knock them down, knock them out
Keep them knocking, make them wait
What goes around, comes around
Like a fucking boomerang
I- I- I knock them down, knock them out
Keep them knocking, make them wait
What goes around, comes around
Like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang

[Verse 2]
Duck, you looking more like chickens
Your daddy gave you some dick
But he raised a couple of (What?)
Pussies
I stopped comparisons, between us there’s a huge difference
You care about the fame, I care about who knew me
Wasn’t raised with the silver spoon dishes and the fucking blue ribbons
I was raised, homeschooled with the ramen noodle dinners
So I don’t fuck with these few bitches acting too pretentious
I don’t give two shits or fucks about some stupid bitches

[Chorus]
I knock them down, knock them out
Keep them knocking, make them wait
What goes around, comes around
Like a fucking boomerang
I- I- I knock them down, knock them out
Keep them knocking, make them wait
What goes around, comes around
Like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang

[Verse 3]
Ugh, so rapping is my word from the wise
You’re quick to decide which side’s facade’s in the right
Ain’t nothing left if your God doesn’t fight
My future is bright, I’ll follow that light
Every day through the night, I despise every time that I try
To show that LoD is one of a kind, not another kid who randomly picked up the mic
I know, I’ll cross the line
Every day I’m finna blow up
You know what? Fuck this shit
I don’t even wanna rap this shit no more, fuck you!

[Chorus]
I knock them down, knock them out
Keep them knocking, make them wait
What goes around, comes around
Like a fucking boomerang
I- I- I knock them down, knock them out
Keep them knocking, make them wait
What goes around, comes around
Like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang
Boomerang, Boomerang, like a fucking boomerang