I was 16, rapping wasn't that chic
Wishing I was sicker than a Fisker on a back street
Grimy boy, hair nappy, Prince Charming but with acne
Tryna be DeNiro, with euro hanging in Taxi's
Look
Boy I'm still young and I'm hanging with G's
Ya'll playing with Keys
Ran Miles but still follow no creed
They gotta retreat, can't be, so they still fall to Khaleesi
Wallow and weep
Want snacks when they just swallowing treats
I guess you really is just are what you eat
Made comments and tweets to be cool
When you just common disease
You calling it preaching
Nigga you just follow deceit
Still swallowing leche
Mario, but fold like some peaches
Get it, you more Buttheads than Beavis
Filtered sluttin, on the internet, and you barely got cleavage
Feigned yourself, boy, I embrace all my weakness
You ain't worthy for this world, that why I kept your receipt bitch
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
They say that they wanna start a war
Yes I
I want more of your shit
I want more
And I'm
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
Make that ass clap
Make it fall down
They won't come around
They won't make a sound
Unlikely
Behind me
Promise this shit more than a pipe dream
Unsightly
I might be
Frightened by the pores of my screen
Untimely
Can't find me
Seen a nigga lose more than life leaves
Unwinding
I'm trying
Live a little bit more in my sleep
I'm premature nigga and I want war nigga
I'm premature nigga don't know what for nigga
I'm premature nigga and I want more nigga
I'm premature nigga down to my core nigga
I gotta get it
I gotta quit it
I got it going
I gotta keep it flowing in forward motion
I don't want to be mature
Knock at my door
Get on the floor!
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
They say that they wanna start a war
Yes I
I want more of your shit
I want more
And I'm
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
Make that ass clap
Make it fall down
They won't come around
They won't make a sound
O'Shea The Wicked - PREMATURE Lyrics
O'Shea The Wicked - PREMATURE Lyrics
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I was 16, rapping wasn't that chic
Wishing I was sicker than a Fisker on a back street
Grimy boy, hair nappy, Prince Charming but with acne
Tryna be DeNiro, with euro hanging in Taxi's
Look
Boy I'm still young and I'm hanging with G's
Ya'll playing with Keys
Ran Miles but still follow no creed
They gotta retreat, can't be, so they still fall to Khaleesi
Wallow and weep
Want snacks when they just swallowing treats
I guess you really is just are what you eat
Made comments and tweets to be cool
When you just common disease
You calling it preaching
Nigga you just follow deceit
Still swallowing leche
Mario, but fold like some peaches
Get it, you more Buttheads than Beavis
Filtered sluttin, on the internet, and you barely got cleavage
Feigned yourself, boy, I embrace all my weakness
You ain't worthy for this world, that why I kept your receipt bitch
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
They say that they wanna start a war
Yes I
I want more of your shit
I want more
And I'm
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
Make that ass clap
Make it fall down
They won't come around
They won't make a sound
Unlikely
Behind me
Promise this shit more than a pipe dream
Unsightly
I might be
Frightened by the pores of my screen
Untimely
Can't find me
Seen a nigga lose more than life leaves
Unwinding
I'm trying
Live a little bit more in my sleep
I'm premature nigga and I want war nigga
I'm premature nigga don't know what for nigga
I'm premature nigga and I want more nigga
I'm premature nigga down to my core nigga
I gotta get it
I gotta quit it
I got it going
I gotta keep it flowing in forward motion
I don't want to be mature
Knock at my door
Get on the floor!
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
They say that they wanna start a war
Yes I
I want more of your shit
I want more
And I'm
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
Make that ass clap
Make it fall down
They won't come around
They won't make a sound
Wishing I was sicker than a Fisker on a back street
Grimy boy, hair nappy, Prince Charming but with acne
Tryna be DeNiro, with euro hanging in Taxi's
Look
Boy I'm still young and I'm hanging with G's
Ya'll playing with Keys
Ran Miles but still follow no creed
They gotta retreat, can't be, so they still fall to Khaleesi
Wallow and weep
Want snacks when they just swallowing treats
I guess you really is just are what you eat
Made comments and tweets to be cool
When you just common disease
You calling it preaching
Nigga you just follow deceit
Still swallowing leche
Mario, but fold like some peaches
Get it, you more Buttheads than Beavis
Filtered sluttin, on the internet, and you barely got cleavage
Feigned yourself, boy, I embrace all my weakness
You ain't worthy for this world, that why I kept your receipt bitch
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
They say that they wanna start a war
Yes I
I want more of your shit
I want more
And I'm
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
Make that ass clap
Make it fall down
They won't come around
They won't make a sound
Unlikely
Behind me
Promise this shit more than a pipe dream
Unsightly
I might be
Frightened by the pores of my screen
Untimely
Can't find me
Seen a nigga lose more than life leaves
Unwinding
I'm trying
Live a little bit more in my sleep
I'm premature nigga and I want war nigga
I'm premature nigga don't know what for nigga
I'm premature nigga and I want more nigga
I'm premature nigga down to my core nigga
I gotta get it
I gotta quit it
I got it going
I gotta keep it flowing in forward motion
I don't want to be mature
Knock at my door
Get on the floor!
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
They say that they wanna start a war
Yes I
I want more of your shit
I want more
And I'm
Premature and don't know what for
I feel my sins knocking at the door
Make that ass clap
Make it fall down
They won't come around
They won't make a sound
Writer: Bryson Schultz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid