JPEGMAFIA - Don't Put Anything On the Bible (feat. Buzzy Lee)
JPEGMAFIA - Don't Put Anything On the Bible (feat. Buzzy Lee) with tags jpegmafia, jpegmafia veteran, jpegmafia all my heroes, jpegmafia 1539, jesus forgive me, bald jpeg
Produced by JPEGMAFIA
Written by Buzzy Lee & JPEGMAFIA
Mixed by JPEGMAFIA
Mastered by Dale Becker
Vocal Arrangements by Buzzy Lee & JPEGMAFIA
Guitar by Alex Goldblatt
Synths by JPEGMAFIA
Bass by JPEGMAFIA
String Arrangment by Aver Ray
Additional Guitar by JPEGMAFIA
Assistant Mix Engineer: Jeff Ellis Worldwide
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I should've held my tongue
I shouldn’t have kept it going
I want a love like water through me
I should have poured my honey slowly
Wash it away my Rorschach Rorschach
Wash it away my Rorschach Rorschach
Like hell my hands will give up to twenty times
My heart will give up too many times
Lucks fallen I’ve seen it
My intrusion there’s a limit I can take
And I’m crawling out
I’m a loner
I’m a loser stuck at home
I’m above her
I’m a winner
Try me on
For size
I want you back in my head
For size
I want you back in my bed
Fuck out the deep end go get you a float, uhh/
y’all niggas always be doin the most/
black michael phelps just acknowledge the stroke/
god level libra i swim wit a ghost/
I switch the channel then lost the remote,
she for the world belongs to the globe/
gaslighting is popular learn how to cope,
actin like hoes/
I throw these bands
she hit the floor
Lets get it
Everyday people push me past the limit
Men only know suppressing what we feeling
I used to work for pennies on a minute/
Hunger from struggle state it because i live it
Worked on muscle flex on all you bitches
But I cant defend this bitch up in the mirror
I rather ask forgiveness then permission
Undo that cap u can’t restore the feeling ….
…
and i never chill because yall really want a nigga broke
Like fuck the the excuses,
but y'all really eat off of toxic narratives and jokes/
Like Friends they past, & some opportunities never come back
If i dont know nothing, know one thing is set
Never react to the demographic
with the swag of a cashier at radio shack,
Talkin to zo like when we start runnin we ain’t finna look back/
New niggas makin it trendy to trauma bond
self oppression its deeper than rap
