Seven Thousand Dollars

[VERSE 1]
Look
Hate is baked into my skin
No bread and butter bins
Making bread and butter don’t win
Get creative
While writing this shit i’m fucking failing
All my classes i’ve worked my ass off to get
Get me a motherfuckin cigarette
I hate the wind, Let me smoke in peace
Give me a peace of mind, while smoking away a piece of mine, it’s addicting
Like sliding a blade right next to my veins
One day i’ll escape this place by trains
I heard next year my favourite artist gonna release
I heard next year public transport gon be free
I heard that one of these fucking days imma blow up
So i just gotta wait

[Chorus]
Burn my house down like Michael Ryan
Can't be controlled, im a motherfuckin tyrant
Ned Kelly, kill cops then get tried and get him so dry
They made one mistake, thinking i could die

[POST-Chorus]
Motherfucker, I can't be controlled
Motherfucker, I can't be controlled
Motherfucker, I can't be controlled
Motherfucker, I can't be controlled