16, no saint, outta my mind
You wanna start a fight? Yeah, I'll make a man cry
Make a grown man cry, make a grown man cry
You wanna start a fight? I'll make a grown man cry
I'll make a, I'll make a grown man cry
So bad, I'll make a grown man cry
One, two, three, I'll pick 'em off like fleas
No peace, I make the chaos chic
You're tryna keep up with your vibe, so weak
Nah, that life's so bleak
Just a sip, I'm iconic, I hit catastrophic
(Boy, just back up) that simp is moronic
Okay, boomer, sit down, shut up
Watch me leave 'fore I vomit, don't vibe check me
Now it's my time to shine
It's your turn to cry
16, no saint, outta my mind
You wanna start a fight? Yeah, I'll make a man cry
Make a grown man cry, make a grown man cry
You wanna start a fight? I'll make a grown man cry
I'll make a, I'll make a grown man cry
So bad, I'll make a grown man cry
The girl of your nightmares, put you in a high chair
Take all that powеr away
Yeah, I'ma die on my way therе, I don't wanna play fair
Violence up in my veins
Cut me loose, I'ma rage
Like a fuse, melt my face
Call me rude, I'm so vain
Call me cruel 'cause you can't get a taste (of me)
Now it's time to shine
It's your turn to cry
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