Number One On A Hit List

[Verse 1:]
I gotta stop speaking to you like you can speak back
But I’m convinced you speak 3rd party through street raps
I hear it in the hooks and the weed sack feedback
I hear ya howlin at the moon while the sirens scream back
I thought we were best friends til the e-e-end
Turns out we were never really even frie-e-ends
Oh I get it now I’m just your A-T-e-e-M
And I’m this close to ringin your ne-e-eck

[Hook:]
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
So we could disappear from existence
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
So we could disappear from existence
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on now
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on now
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got money to make
Money to burn money to make and money to burn

[Verse 2:]
I know you didn’t mean to break the iPad
I know you didn’t mean to knock over the mic stand
It’s okay you ate the whole plate of edibles
The puke on my face goes great with my schedule
You gambled all our savings on the mayflower kennel club
At least you didn’t run away to chase a pedal pub
I should be pissed you never even acknowledge me
But I know you’re totally indifferent to technology

[Hook:]
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
So we could disappear from existence
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
So we could disappear from existence
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on now
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on now
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got money to make
Money to burn money to make and money to burn

[Verse 3:]
Black jeans and a burner phone no minutes
Wrong keys and a working poem I gotta finish
Can’t get a word in without disturbing your business
Running around in the cold like why the fuck can’t you just listen look I get it!
The food sucks and that squirrel was delicious
This isn’t an escape mission your chases bitches
But I’m tired. Can’t we just do this in our own kitchen?
I’m trying to fuck my girl and order general Tso’s chicken

[Hook:]
We all secretly wish
We all secretly wish
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
So we could disappear from existence
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on now
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on now
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got money to make
Money to burn money to make and money to burn