​tourettes/bit to myself

[Tourettes]
NI-NI-NIKHEDONIA

[Verse 1: $EMMY!]
Aye, you better watch the way you talk about it
Walk about with feet to feel correct 'cause I got Nike on my shoes
You better stop the way you gawking at us
Stop wit' all the envy 'bout my money 'cause you wishing yours was blue, uh
You better gawk about my clock and hope it stop because the jealousy is showing
Watch the hand go after 2, uh
You better block me if you talking, say "[?]"
But I see you all DM and asking, "$EMMY!, what's the move?"
Uh, what's the move?
Uh, my feet got Tourette's, I got ticks all on my shoes, uh (Aye)
Aye, hoe, what's the move?
Uh, your bitch pussy wet, swam my way up on my canoe
Aye, o-o-old bitch on my kayak
You asking for a feature, well, you know I'm gonna hijack
I might fuck that bitch, her name was Jill, I'm saying, "Hi, Jack!"
I don't-I don't need to ask her how I'm doing, no, she like that
Yeah, I know she like it, uh, yeah, I know she love it
I'ma put my fist inside and use her like a puppet
She might see my wrist and ask just how I have the budget
And I tell her how I'm making money rapping about dumb shit, hoe
Rapping about good shit, rapping about fun shit
Rapping 'bout whatever I be feeling in the moment
I'm pressing record and the missi–

[Interlude: ZZZCUPIDITATEM & $EMMY!]
Yeah
CUPID, CUPID, CUPID, CUPID
Why did you fucking need me to call you? So lo–
I've a-I've a song for us
Bro, it's fucking 4 AM, fuck off

[Verse 2: ZZZCUPIDITATEM]
Aye, I'm sipping Chai in your suburbs
This rap shit easy, I'm milking it like an udder
(Wait, what?) Nah, bitch, did I stutter?
And when I'm shooting shots, you better be undercover
'Cause even if I'm missing, I'm shooting wit'out a rubber
God-damn, why you rappers always on me like a tick?
God-damn, and I'm spitting real sporadic like a tick?
God-damn, I'ma go and roll a rack into a spliff
God-damn, money blue like nails, anemic
Oh, and I'm grimy, lil shawty, call her Slatty 'cause the pussy really slimy
Uh, you know that I'm shining like the diamond in my timepiece
Light skin bitch, black, white, pussy Siamese
Nike, the tick psyche (Yuh, yuh, aye)
I'm moving up like glissando, I'm in the sky like I'm Lando
No Calrissian but shawty know I think like a Rebel
And I don't text support but I support that 'Tec
And if a pussy making jokes, bullets hit his flesh
I flex my chest to show a bitch who up next
My dick, my threat but don't you get it mixed like Chex, oh, aye!

[Outro]
NI-NI-NIKHEDONIA

[bit to myself]
NI-NI-NIKHEDONIA
Aye

[Verse 1: $EMMY!]
Try to relax
I got a feeling you feel like you special special
You were never special
Take a seat and think about the reasons given that you see potential in yourself
See the reasons you excel
Take the issues and depend on pressure, try to clear some room up on the shelf
All you see are parallels, uh

[Interlude]
7, 15, 1, 2, 19, 7, 25, 6, 13, 6

[Verse 2: ZZZCUPIDITATEM]
Temptations aching me and my mind
To show myself I'm one of a kind
But these palpations making me skip a beat
I can't see my mental aligned
So now I break the mirrors just to match my psyche
Dope fiends in my blood entice me
More greed, I need more green
I need more freedom just to keep me living, great!

[Verse 3: $EMMY!]
"How do you do that?" Sometimes I say I don't
But I do try to fucking pursue that
Feel that there's parts and pieces of the puzzle missing
And there's part of me gotta get through that
Feel like I'm faking, the body I've taken is something I'm not
But you already knew that
It's nothing like that, it's just something I'm dealing with
I don't think we really will get into that

[Interlude]
10, 15, 14, 0
NI-NI-NIKHEDONIA

[Verse 4: $EMMY!]
Slow me down, I need a break, I make mistake
I go too fast sometimes, that keeps me in rebate
I need to stop, this face is fake, the mask is real
My head is straight afraid of me
Who made this me? You made me hate
The act is up, the guard is up, I'm blaming me
I blame myself, blame my front
I blame my top, don't blame the seat I was given
Don't try to act like after that, that I'm the fact
You feel attacked for your actions, not be forgiven
And I ain't been good in a minute
Admitted to help, a bit to myself
I loosened the belt around my neck, now I feel it
Don't wanna help? I can see it

[Verse 5: ZZZCUPIDITATEM]
Yuh, and now I've come to term with my actions
Give a fuck about a reaction
Load the bullet, aiming at temporal vein and
Watch his whole life, it go flashing
And now I'm easing pressure by breezing pressure
I feel the pleasure come by, and I ain't see the leisure
But I've seen the better days shining up the other side
And I don't need it, I'll be fine without a lighter or a spark
I don't want it, I can sleep way better lying in the dark
I don't need it, I'll be fine without a lighter or a spark
I don't want it, I can sleep way better lying in the dark, aye!