BluessyShit

But you to me too
Damn (Hmh)
I, uh
Oblivion's Mighty Trash
Uhhh, I— (Ok, engine stop)
Uhhhhhh
Shit, Saygi, what the hell is that?
Love, tell him to change it (Ah, fuck)
Put on the other one, asshole, what the hell is that? (Hahaha)
Hey, yo-yo-yo, yo
Uh (Uh-uh-uh, uh)
Oblivion's Mighty Trash (Yeah)
Saygi on the fucking beat (What?)
(How was it? Me)
I

I get rid of the bullshit smoking thoughts
And making you get up from your seat
If they listen to what I sing, they know well what I feel
And I say it so confidently that they don't know when I lie
I regret nothing, if I always gave my 100%
To not swallow so much bullshit
I'm a restless guy, even if I'm not happy
My playlist is my home, my anger is my fuel (Hey, Rodro)

The sun is setting and I'm still here locked up
With iridescent glasses, messing around with the bald guys
I don't have to give excuses if the deal is closed
And all to release albums with both eyes blindfolded
I don't shoot a single shot to kill a couple of ducks
I just say how things are and it's more than clear
If they mess with me, I'm ready to give a hard time
And everyone who tested me already felt the blow

Bro, what a goal (Wuhhh)
Being able to bite the beat like I do
First let me bark, then the compliments
Man, I'm more into bad vibes
Burning with wizards and vague thoughts, ha (What's up, fucker?)
Hey, tell me what you want from me (Uh)
So many false promises can't hurt me (Uh)
From all the bullshit I've had to hear, I want to cut off my ear to stop hearing you
Yeah

Uh, to stop hearing you
Uh-uh, to stop hearing you
For all the bullshit I've had to hear
I want to cut off my ear

Yeah, Oblivion's Mighty Trash
Saygi, on the instrumental
This ain't no West Coast
This is— the mountain, asshole