Number One on a Hit List - Ecid

I gotta stop speaking to you like you can speak back

But I’m convinced you speak 3rd party through street raps

I hear it in the hooks and the weed sack feedback

I hear ya howlin at the moon while the sirens scream back

I thought we were best friends til the e-e-end

Turns out we were never really even frie-e-ends

Oh I get it now I’m just your A-T-e-e-M

And I’m this close to ringin your ne-e-eck

We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list

So we could disappear from existence

We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list

So we could disappear from existence

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on now

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on now

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

I can’t chase you all night I got money to make

Money to burn money to make and money to burn

I know you didn’t mean to break the iPad

I know you didn’t mean to knock over the mic stand

It’s okay you ate the whole plate of edibles

The puke on my face goes great with my schedule

You gambled all our savings on the mayflower kennel club

At least you didn’t run away to chase a pedal pub

I should be pissed you never even acknowledge me

But I know you’re totally indifferent to technology

We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list

So we could disappear from existence

We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list

So we could disappear from existence

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on now

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on now

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

I can’t chase you all night I got money to make

Money to burn money to make and money to burn

Black jeans and a burner phone no minutes

Wrong keys and a working poem I gotta finish

Can’t get a word in without disturbing your business

Running around in the cold like why the fuck can’t you just listen look I get

it!

The food sucks and that squirrel was delicious

This isn’t an escape mission your chases bitches

But I’m tired.

Can’t we just do this in our own kitchen?

I’m trying to fuck my girl and order general Tso’s chicken

We all secretly wish

We all secretly wish

We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list

So we could disappear from existence

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on now

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on now

I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on

And I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn

I can’t chase you all night I got money to make

Money to burn money to make and money to burn