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letra de frontin' - bambashort

[hook:]
why you always frontin’
why you, why you always frontin’
why you always frontin’
why you, why you always frontin’
you’re treating me like trash, and to be honest, it’s disgustin’
i do not understand you what is this that you’re becomin’, uh

[verse 1:]
they know i’m spittin’ twenty songs, yeah that is not a typo
i write the bars in fifteen minutes, like i’m reppin’ geico
you told me i should keep it real, but i know that you lie though
i’m staying focused on my craft, and i don’t need a side hoe
you know i pop it, i cop it
sought it, caught it, and got it
haters fallin’ and droppin’, i rip it right out of your sockets
mobbin’ harder than robin, i know that i’m callin’ my knowledge
you know i’m breakin’ and sobbin’, but they know i’m never stoppin’
i spill my heart out on the page, they say that i’m a rapper
i don’t think so, but i know it doesn’t really matter
my life is moving so much faster, faster, faster, faster
and now my mood is getting sadder, sadder, sadder, sadder
they told me that i’m cold, i don’t apologize
you wanna leave me? well, i hope you’re satisfied
they think i’m crazy ’cause i never seem to take advice
i bottle up all my emotions, keep it deep inside
you know i trust no one, don’t bother asking why
you think you really know me? then you’ve been livin’ lies
i don’t care about your input, you’re just wasting time
you cross the line, i’ll cut you off, and i don’t even try
i feel like aristotle, i burn like acetone
the heat is fast like i be runnin’, shoutout timo dohm
i’m feelin’ elevated like i’m in another zone
you know i’ll k!ll the beat and tear it up like i be al capone

[verse 2:]
i put a front with all these people like i’m schizophrenic
they just stab me in the back, i know it’s real pathetic
if you got something to say, then say it to my face
they just go behind my back while spreading all the hate
it’s late at night but all i know is that i’m wide awake
i try to shake you from my head but it is way too late
i see your picture on my phone and then it’s in my head
i wanna rip it all apart and turn it into shreds
you tried reciprocating when you took me to the claire’s
that’s the only thing that’s left of you if i’m aware
you’ve been puttin’ up a front and actin’ like you care
all this fakin’ in my life is more than i can bear
i turn around and then they throwin’ shade behind my back, ay
trust is something that my friends have always seemed to lack, ay
they still wonder why i write that i hate quarterbacks, ay
hearin’ things about me but they never check the facts, ay
i said i’m aristotle? heh, i’m socrates
i’m asking questions, but they playin’ me like sophocles
i’m jammin’ out alone, like it’s the 405
deadbeach on the phone, you know i’m lovin’ 9 to 5
the bars i’m writin’ make my heart just seem to come alive
i switch it up and hit the gas and go to overdrive
i’m makin’ sure i k!ll the beat, now that’s a homicide
i line ’em up onto a tape, now it’s a genocide

- bambashort

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