Cartier diamonds, my mascot Tell your main nigga he your ex now Finna push up, bring your ass out Where you come from? Where you from now? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah After this, right back to him, like an

Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run

Jenny Lo' with the booty, sit that ass on me Girl, you look good, put that ass on me Push that thing on me Oh, push that thing on me Oh yeah, push that thing on me Yeah, go 'head with your cute ass Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass Let me make it

Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself You're pushing and pulling me down to you I'm saying something that I should have never thought But I don't know what I want No I don't know what I want Down to you But I don't know what I I'm saying

Everything's wrong every time Pushing on I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me taking its sweet time Holding on I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days And you're so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal Got to bring myself

Fucked in the head from all the things that we did But I will never forget I need you, my medication I push you away until you beg me to stay Just for the thrill of the chase, you got me I don't know what to do So I push you away until you beg me to stay

Turning me on, turning me on She's turning me on, turning me on Pushing my buttons like it ain't no thing If I'm what she wants, she gets what she wants The neon's buzzing when she pulls that string Turning me on like it's her job Sometimes I think she

Can't take it slow 'cause you and I are pushin' time Sometimes love acts out of spite And good things happen over night Are we fools for rushing in? 'Cause already dread the end Lonely ain't no place to start I guess thats just where we are Oh, how I

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

War Machine Gimme that thing and feed your war Push your foot to the floor Don't need no more You've been peeking all around While they're messing about Better get your name, come on in Make a stand, show your hand Call in the high command