Aimbots Video (MV)

I'm engulfed up in the flames, hot
Walking on the plank
Revolver calling in an aimbot
Let's go
But still screaming all profane watch
Then taking spacecrafts
Just to make graphs in the grain crops
Stay locked
I wanna spin up into orbit like
Enormous heights is sort of nice
Considering there's more to life
Than stormy nights, the war I fight
Is living with distorted gripes
And giving it a sword to snipe
I'm rolling dice on floors despite
The mortar strikes and scorching lights
I'm tripping into corded mics
Descending into warping pipes
Suspenders winning tortoise fights
Oh
But I've been pressing pause lately
And yes they all hate me
Cuz I let them starve waiting
Like whoa
I'm one of the ones becoming a ghost
Fly under the sun, but coming in close
The son of gun and wanted the most
I'm keeping a gun up under the coat
The money will come with some of the most
Shadiest haters, hating
The sum of your funds, they hunting a goat
Whoa
And I guess that's the way it goes
When you can actuate your flow
And leave them fascinated yo
Yeah
I'm not caffeinated though
But got vaccinated so
I could activate the probe
Huh
Let's go
Yo
You ever wonder where the daylight goes
Dying star fading
What an amazing day to pray it holds
I'm giving it grace, we living to race
Forgetting the day it may explode
Recreated, I'm getting jaded
Baby, take control
I'm nodding in and out
Up in the clouds, love how the vapor floats
The same place the data goes
The paper planes I aim and throw
Don't stay the way I pray they go
I lay awake it's late I know
I'm often cursed, I toss and turn
The coffin burns away my soul
Yeah
I'm on my motherf*cking 80s flow
I'm cocaine
That Roland Regan made a native goal
That they control on planes and boats
And interstates, no brake control
Taken souls with nasal blow
Oh baby, baby take some notes