2000 Rounds - Ghostemane, Pouya

Another thousand at your face, you gon' remember me

Better run and hide, no one’s safe, you are no friend of me

Blackmage and Buffet the sets, everything else finna get a dagger up in your

chest

Summonin' Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death (Yuh)

Swangin' like an orangutan, bloodstains gon' hit the floor

I broke my nose and forgot my name

And who the fuck gon' take me home?

Lost my phone in the pit, swang and I missed

Kicked in the jaw for flamin' a bitch

My eyes twitchin' from the blood dripping

Hundred one thugs and they roll with me

Got a mini-MAC in the Cadillac

With a thousand rounds that’Il send you back

To your granny’s house with your panties out

Got you looking like a fuckin' faggot now

You can’t hang with me

Stay low-key, that’s my mystique

Grew a tree and bought a hammock just to hang my feet, yuh

I thought I’d be dead by now

Comin' up and never goin' back

Never goin' back to when nobody had my back

Still, I won’t crack a smile until the pain hits the brakes and just eases up

off of me

Let me breathe (Let me breathe), let me breathe

Why can I not keep up with all of the self-deprecation, brain fadin'

Leave me to die on the pavement (I never wanted this)

I fucked that bitch (Ayy) 'til she bled on me

Under the trees at night, dirt all on her hands and feet

Then left her red on read, alone like she found me

I’m cursed to die alone, I think I hear my daddy callin' me

Another thousand at your face, you gon' remember me

Better run and hide, no one’s safe, you are no friend of me

Blackmage and Buffet the sets, everything else finna get a dagger up in your

chest

Summonin' Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death