Lyrics to Smithereens
Yeah, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand
It's sad when you don't get along with no one in ya one-man band
I'm really feeling like, "Fuck anybody who isn't a fan"
Possibly breaking, I hold onto this shit as long as I can, like—
Gimme the beat and I'll be going red, rum-rum
Hit the gas and go like Ferrari, like, vroom-vroom-vroom
'Bout to go for blood and I'm eating off everybody plate
And all you motherfuckers be lucky to get you some crumbs
I'm the great, I save the day like I should wear a cape, I don't really get it, huh?
Watch the hate, I don't complain, I just explained that I don't really give a-give a fuck
Now, why is he talking like he the next up?
Don’t he know the underground ain’t never get love?
You want a battle, then homie, you better rest up
Goin' demolition, man, I murder, death, kill, uh
Now, way back to the milk in the high chair
To high school when I learned y'all don't fight fair
I been wild, and I learned how to spit
Goin Elm Street kid, turn a dream to a nightmare
I don't fuck wit y'all
I'm like, turn me up, and just watch me ball
I might go Durant, I might go Lebron
I’m on a different plane, I’m like Strange and Wong, if—
You about to lose a homie, you're doin' it right
I’m movin' the needle like all my veins are collapsin'
And I don't need another hater talkin', "Y'all are embarrassing"
Put me up against anyone, imma end the comparison, yeah
I’m the king, I don’t need no one crowning me, man
But do the work and be showin' up at the end like Bran
You'll never be as high as me, I'm on a different strain
I’m not Eminem, but I’m developin' some fuckin' Stans
Network, and network, ya step first, imma be bringing the web verse
You test nerds, you get hurt, come wit ya best verse
And imma be like "Shut the fuck up!" I'm after Fred Durst
Elevate, when we makin' this, then we celebrate, when we make it big
Ain't no time to waste, came a long way
Gotta keep the pace, so I'm rollin' to the damn bank
Top rank, like ooh, they be feelin' me
Murder scene every time that I kill a beat
I'm just tryna get ahead, that's a guillotine
Turnin' every track, then I run it into smithereens
I bring the passion and skill for you
Fame and some fans that would kill for you
You can have all of the money, but got no foundation so no one will build with you
Yeah, always been the underdog, underappreciated, but do the best when under pressure
So just give me a minute dawg, imma be on top of shit if I can keep my shit together
See, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand
It's sad when you don't get along with no one in ya one-man band
And I'm really feeling like, "Fuck anybody who isn't a fan"
Probably breaking, I hold onto this shit as long as I can
(see, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand)
(murder scene every time that I kill a beat)
(goin' demolition, man, I murder, death, kill, uh)
(turnin' every track, then I run it into smithereens)
(probably breaking, I hold onto this shit as long as I can)
It's sad when you don't get along with no one in ya one-man band
I'm really feeling like, "Fuck anybody who isn't a fan"
Possibly breaking, I hold onto this shit as long as I can, like—
Gimme the beat and I'll be going red, rum-rum
Hit the gas and go like Ferrari, like, vroom-vroom-vroom
'Bout to go for blood and I'm eating off everybody plate
And all you motherfuckers be lucky to get you some crumbs
I'm the great, I save the day like I should wear a cape, I don't really get it, huh?
Watch the hate, I don't complain, I just explained that I don't really give a-give a fuck
Now, why is he talking like he the next up?
Don’t he know the underground ain’t never get love?
You want a battle, then homie, you better rest up
Goin' demolition, man, I murder, death, kill, uh
Now, way back to the milk in the high chair
To high school when I learned y'all don't fight fair
I been wild, and I learned how to spit
Goin Elm Street kid, turn a dream to a nightmare
I don't fuck wit y'all
I'm like, turn me up, and just watch me ball
I might go Durant, I might go Lebron
I’m on a different plane, I’m like Strange and Wong, if—
You about to lose a homie, you're doin' it right
I’m movin' the needle like all my veins are collapsin'
And I don't need another hater talkin', "Y'all are embarrassing"
Put me up against anyone, imma end the comparison, yeah
I’m the king, I don’t need no one crowning me, man
But do the work and be showin' up at the end like Bran
You'll never be as high as me, I'm on a different strain
I’m not Eminem, but I’m developin' some fuckin' Stans
Network, and network, ya step first, imma be bringing the web verse
You test nerds, you get hurt, come wit ya best verse
And imma be like "Shut the fuck up!" I'm after Fred Durst
Elevate, when we makin' this, then we celebrate, when we make it big
Ain't no time to waste, came a long way
Gotta keep the pace, so I'm rollin' to the damn bank
Top rank, like ooh, they be feelin' me
Murder scene every time that I kill a beat
I'm just tryna get ahead, that's a guillotine
Turnin' every track, then I run it into smithereens
I bring the passion and skill for you
Fame and some fans that would kill for you
You can have all of the money, but got no foundation so no one will build with you
Yeah, always been the underdog, underappreciated, but do the best when under pressure
So just give me a minute dawg, imma be on top of shit if I can keep my shit together
See, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand
It's sad when you don't get along with no one in ya one-man band
And I'm really feeling like, "Fuck anybody who isn't a fan"
Probably breaking, I hold onto this shit as long as I can
(see, I got some thoughts that been begging to get in my head and expand)
(murder scene every time that I kill a beat)
(goin' demolition, man, I murder, death, kill, uh)
(turnin' every track, then I run it into smithereens)
(probably breaking, I hold onto this shit as long as I can)
