Def Manic - Manic Shit

{Intro}

All this Manic shit, all this Manic shit
All this, all this Manic shit, all this Manic shit, all this Manic shit
Keeping me away from these mannequins but

{Verse 1}

Goddamn, get it on will ya?
(Whoah)
When I blow up, now, everybody so unusual with it
Shit
But, said times, in these rhymes, cause these memories
We running through New York so you never leave
Strap my lungs, and we puffing through it, act right
We giving them some stories, they come back like
Manic this, manic that, why you crawling to me?
The hell we gonna talk about? I wanted to breathe
But let me breathe, I don't know every second
I don't know what the fuck we are doing, needa stop stressing
But
Give a shit, I won't, when I gun it up
Feelings tough, when I play with fire, I don't give it up
Manic, why you really tryna get away?
But I never cared at all what you had to say
Raw dog on the regular, I get you off
I always gotta laugh, when you spend my dough
I'm subliminal, shit that we really think about it
I'm always tryna be the best but its filled with doubt
But

{Chorus Interlude}

I'm overzealous when I talk that Manic shit
Overtalk that Manic shit
Never jealous, man talk that Manic shit
Talk that Manic shit, ignore these mannequins

{Verse 2}

I don't ever give a fuck about it
Sing a song, you lost it, the bucket is always crowded
But Ima motherfucken legend, you don't get it though do ya?
Shit we gotta just cry now at the funeral
But
Sorry guy, summer dies, sometime though
Really gotta flaunt with the benzo
Fend alone, always feel that pain
Never wanna sin again, back to what we living in
Yeah I'm illiterate though
Always live it, how I spit it, and I diss on the low
But
That's what i wanna get
Never pray to god but he represents
But
What if I don't, what if I choke
What if I blow, what if I show nothing else? whoah
Remorse for this kid
Recourse for this bitch
Man Ima bring it all in
But I

{Chorus Interlude}

Never gave a fuck about you I tell you
Everything you wanna talk about, just check on my schedule

Part of the world living the Manic shit
Part of, part of the world living the Manic shit
People really gon' run from it
Understand all my risks fucking with mannequins
But

{Verse 3}

Nobody gon' get it on, screw ya
(Whoah)
Let me sit back, let me go down to the sewer with it
Shit
Sing it
Fuck all the days man, fuck all the days
Shit we wanna pop, in legitimate ways
But you
Living your life when they doubt you
I'm never gonna understand, blind when I spite you
But
We fighting all the time
Writing all the time
Bumping all the lines
While we getting dimes
(dime, dime dime)

And I fuck around a little bit
I mean, cause we definitely getting rich
Butm
Let me feel that rigorous
Let me hit that killer shit
Hit the weed, and the blunts sometimes
You never gonna bully, what you getting me for lunch time

Gimme the rhymes, gimme the bars mane
Gimme the sawed off in no land
Man i just wanna fly away
But

{Chorus Outro}

All this Manic shit, all this Manic shit
All this Manic shit
All this Manic shit, all this Manic shit
It's keeping me away from these mannequins