Youth // Service - Save Face Lyrics

Tryna hold me back but I don't fit
Slide into the scrap cos I know it
Working for the loud like a broke bitch
Boutta reel it in like an old fish
Tired of hearing excuses
Cut out the bullshit just go and do it
I'm gonna lose it
Bold words, you gotta prove it, you're not going through it
Fat pussy but that shit tight
I'm the one who knows how to hit it right
Send a text and it's in sight
Always pack a bag, she gon' stay the night
Service is locked in, we got the options
You just here knocking
Dont got time for your joshin, fell off like Hopsin
F*ck out my comments
I'm done
Talking so clueless, staying a nuisance
Leaving you dead in the tulips
Ghost haunting and ghouling, fire we fueling
This is our castle we ruling
We whipping we zooming, stars on the name
Always on fire ain't cooling
You silly, you foolish
Always stay moving
Never on top you losing
Bitch we was never cool, you same size as a decimal
Your comments was miniscule
Really think you credible
Bout time that you get to move
No time on my pedestal
Bout' trip 'onna edible
Not near my pinnacle
Bitch we a spectacle, you is so terrible
We eating plentiful, looking so beautiful
Sun set on the festival
Center stage ain't testable
See the name in your retinal
Advanced bitch yeah we sentinel
Loud pounds of medical
Cracked in yo skeletal
Bitch my flow flexible
Step to us we deadin' you
Control the game go voodoo
Talk my shit I ain't through dude
Break yo shit like bamboo
Album gon' cure the youth
Wolfpack speak the truth
House fire in the booth
Knocking hits like ruth
Cut my teeth on the bad moods
Got shawty and she's heading for the backroom
Lead me straight to the bathroom
Boutta slide another line then we home soon
Normally I'd think but I'm on toxins
I'm not slipping out a ring less we both boxing
Feeling like YouTube I don't see comments
Thought I ain't playing games I'm just Xbox-ing
No stopping
I'm seeing red flags but I'll still cop it
If I take another hit know I'll vomit
Phone line is dead but she still calling
We balling
Boutta dip out with the boys we on old moves
Rip another turn and we old news
If we see the sun then it's all true
Yeah I'm old school
New faith, kneel down and pray
Save face, say grace, wait
Jacked up on running up a new crime
Wrapped up and sack 'em on time
Slide off imma rack up a new line
White out imma chat shit no whine
No crying, no lying
Brother to brother its online