Wrong Direction Songtext
von Rittz

I feel like I′ve seen it all, you know?
I'm talkin′ about big life, big space
Beautiful women, all the money you can imagine
I haven't been anywhere in the world
Some countries I can't even name
If one thing stays the same
Obviously more bullshit coming down


Feel the pain in my ink like you got it tatted on you for life
Picture me like we were talkin′ on Skype
It′s like we're walkin′ on ice
Right there it's thin where we tendin′ to step a lot
Fall in and you'll definitely die
Bet you thought you′d walk on water like Christ
Only you just as human as Mark Cuban
The only difference between you and him Is improvin' your wealth
And flyin' Delta be fly as hell if I flew on a private jet
But I can′t let another another person′s life
Affect what I'm projectin′ mine to be like
And who decides on these influencers
Taste makers were flavored like a Heineken Light
Little, if any, like a steak on the griddle at Denny's
It′s hard to bring home the bacon
Workin' at Dilla′s for pennies, Wendy's or Jimmy John's
Gettin′ bitched out on your shift
Because some prissy mom specifically said
Extra pickles on a chicken sub, you ain′t give her none
You bit your tongue so much the tip is gone
Wishin' that a lick would come
A quicker come up
Thinkin′ about all the money you spend on liquor and drugs
It's down the drain like Liquid-Plumr
Pick a number, if it′s 1, you didn't win
If it′s 8, then great, the shape is infinite
And the winner gets a prize, psych, I'm lyin'
Rappers do it all the time to them, but y′all don′t care
Y'all just comment here
And one to follow there, really hopin′ someone shares
Climbed from the bottom, and now I'm smilin′
Just like a boss gettin' top in his office chair, ya-uh-yeah

Feel like I′ve done saw it all
But somethin' always come along
But one thing is for certain (ya-uh-yeah)
We're losin′ our perception (uh)
The world we live in is burning
I think it might be turning in the wrong direction (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)


I′m so solid that I'm solidified
I′m a monster, the Brian Bosworth of rap
Anything else is uncivilized
Like ordering endless fries for dinner before the menu gets passed around
Rushin' the person you sit beside
Who can′t decide on what to get to hurry up
So hungry I'm sick inside, starving artist
Hard to ignore the stomach noises, growling intensified
Similar to the lion inside of the MGM design
But this ain′t cinema, I'm Simba from Lion King
Madonna sing just like a gust of wind
When it causin' the chimes to ring a thousand pin drops
I told this girl I′m in town, to drop a pin now
Before I bounce or think I have to make a pit stop
Play with tits like I′m a four year old
Fuck your horosope, Taurus or a Scorpio
Recording some porno gold on my phone
I post it, but I don't know who it was
Love nudity more the average human being does, ya-uh-ya

Feel like I′ve done saw it all (uh)
But somethin' always come along
But one thing is for certain (ya-uh-yeah)
We′re losin' our perception (uh)
The world we live in is burning (tell ′em)
I think it might be turning in the wrong direction (yeah, yeah, uh)

Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
What, you wanted one more?
Well first, let me give an up yours
To anybody who's ever said, "Shut the front door"
Tellin' me not to cuss because they young
Spoiled brat of a kid′s around, he might pick up more
Words he′s too young for
I get it, he's a small child
Well tell him it′s a man's world
I have an adult mouth, why′s everyone immature?
I guess because of online?
You hit me up from before
You mad 'cause my response time was a month?
I hit you one time saying, "Thanks so much!"
You hit me back and ask me, "Why′d it have to take a month?"
I hit your page, you're 28
At least I hate to judge
But you're way above the age of actin′ lame
′Cause I was late to try to say what's up?
I′m on they neck like razor bumps
Bit this shit nasally, plus
You bitches need to take a makeup brush
And shove it way up where the sun won't ever hit it
Where y′all won't ever get it
Like receiving the credit and being considered
The best that′s ever did it, ya-uh-yeah!

Feel like I've done saw it all (uh)
But somethin' always come along
But one thing is for certain (ya-uh-yeah)
We′re losin′ our perception (sing it)
The world we live in is burning
I think it might be turning in the wrong direction

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I'm good, man