Rebel Indie Lyrics

Yeah, check, check, 1-2 1-2
This shit's supposed to be fun
So lets have some fun with it

[Verse]
I'm sorry that I'm such a jerk, mom
I got the devil in my mouth, the Satan
Only go for Cuban-X, Mae Quan
Frame everyone in the world, Kim Jon
Came up on streets that nobody was safe on
The same streets that I used to cut my H on
I swear to God that I'll blow up when I get big
I really mean that I wanna put weight on
Uh! And now I resurrect my veniamin, my etiquette
It's indicate that people will call the medics in
Then again, the sedative setting the sciences
Cause (?) every second the music is consecutive
We need to step in and get even with everything
These men that are even, these motherf*ckers
They give me setting in(?)
They are perpetually incredible, they're pathetic
Branding hip-hop, and this is where the shit stops

[Hook]
Huh! I always had a little babbling
Been able to track the core, mamy I guess you could call me indie
And I'ma last till truth be told
Ten hours to play, and then we get payed

[Verse]
I'm sorry that I'm so sick
I really miss you, never shout the unpredicted
It wasn't in the concern, the first time I went to church
That my skin don't burn
Forgot to say it was psoriasis, but I admit I'm skeptical
I'm not focused on diagnoses and
This takes me to my next theory
And that would also explain why God never hears me
Did you and mom find a book in the basement?
Bound in human flesh, no ink cause blood replaced it?
Picked it up, read a couple of passages out loud
Then nine months later, lil' old me pops out
This must be why your nice things bore me
When I was a kid, I thought I was chasing (???)
My father told me that Jason's a punk bitch
I said "dad, watch out, you see, he's a throat-slit"
(No, hum, that actually happened)

[Hook]

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