slowthai ft. Dominic Fike, Denzel Curry - terms Lyrics

Forgive me for
Forgive me for what-
For everything I never wanted to do

I woke up and came to terms with it (yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse
Shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Make a stain, bitch, can't run no game on a playa)

I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse
Shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Catch me, catch me at the Shake Junt, run no game on the-)

The more the merry, celebrate confetti (Christmas)
Kill an adversary over something petty (yeah)
Mind the debris, couldn't get a degree
Never went to uni, street educated
Never lose sleep, slaughter the sheep
I am the Shepard, minimum effort required
But people relying on me
National treasure, tried burying me (crown)
Tryna pick a rose but it's got thorns
They been judging me like I got horns
When we die we don't respawn
Can't conform, gotta absorb
Pitbull and it's got lockjaw
Let it off the leash, better run for the trees
Blood on the leaves, teeth through your jeans
Being a bitch just ain't in my genes

(Make a stain, bitch, can't run no game on the playa mac)
(Catch me at the Shake Junt, smoked-smoked, make a s-)
(Make a stain, bitch, can't run no game on the playa mac)
(Catch me at the Shake Junt, smoked-smoked-smoked)

I woke up and came to terms with it (yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse
Shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Make a stain, bitch, can't run no game on a playa)

I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse
Shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Catch me, catch me at the Shake Junt, run no game on the-)

Everyday a bad hair day (why?)
Wrong side of the bed with a migraine (ohh)
Need Ibuprofen
Instead I smoke zoots, tryna reboot
Tryna get loot but a snake in my boot
Never push a man who's got nothing to lose
I'm supposed to be grateful for nothing
Grateful, make do, turn nothing to something
Smoking my troubles away
My early grave, don't resuscitate
Early bird wakes
Catches the worm then reverts to its base, regurgitate
Ain't nothing I'll change
Do it again then I'll do it the same again and again
If I numb the pain outing the flame
Add fuel to the blaze, what's joy without pain?

I woke up and came to terms with it (yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse
Shit could be worse (shit, yeah)

I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse
Shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Catch me, catch me at the Shake Junt, run no game on the-)

(Make a stain, bitch, can't run no game on the playa mac)
(Catch me at the Shake Junt, smoked-smoked, make a s-)
(Make a stain, bitch, can't run no game on the playa mac)
(Catch me at the Shake J-, can't run no game on the-)