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    Joker Lyrics

    Give me the beat and a mic

    Give me the freedom to write

    Give me the vision to see my demons and beat 'em at night

    Give me the pen and the pad

    Give me a couple of stans

    Gave you a percentage but I'm taking home all of the bag

    Give me definitive and unlimited amounts of people loving me and

    Call upon everybody who came before and tell them to come and inject me with whatever they're smoking man, I'm sick!

    But I think you know that already

    You call me evil but how would you know it unless you live it already

    You think you’re better right?

    Because nobodies seen what you’ve done in the dark but if I put your life in this light you would crumble and fight to survive or die but bitch I fucking knew that already

    I ain't special

    But I specialize in making you feel especially stupid for judging a human

    While you sit at home and whole world judge can’t watch what you doing or follow and hate all your movements

    I ain't complaining but I know the people who do it are sicker than me and I'm sick enough I might just lose it

    Ya, you think you know me 'cause you double tap on picture

    I hate the fact that you judge me it’s driving me crazy so when it’s to deep I say fuck it and drown in some liquor

    I write these verses in blood I got chapters for days 'cause my heart is my biblical scripture

    And I ain't a prophet but I can predict that you’ll never catch happiness till you're the pitcher

    So please continue to laugh if I’m a clown your a circus act

    When I rap it’s in a surgeons mask

    Cause I place every syllable in a deliverable fashion from first to last

    Then cut back with a message that’s hidden in melody making them think and ask

    If I was the one on the table pushing giving birth to rap

    Maybe it was me

    Maybe you like all my music but don’t really actually love me

    Maybe you just want a picture

    Maybe you just want to see me 'cause you need some money

    Maybe you think that I’m happy

    Maybe you think in reality liking my post is repairing a hole when it’s actually shaking and cutting the soul right out of me

    I think I’m sick

    I feel a rush of emotion whenever I post up a pic

    I got a problem

    I’m in the studio rapping while this girl is sucking my dick

    She cut a hole in my heart now I fill it with women who love me 'cause they think I’m rich

    And if I be honest I just told a bitch that I care but I really do not give a shit

    So what’s your excuse?

    What helps you sleep?

    You leave a negative comment not knowing what you sew you will reap

    I bet you smile when you post thinking you're hurting me, but you see the way the brain works you become what you speak

    I need peace!

    But y’all can’t offer that

    I held my ground, I didn’t sell my soul

    I said fuck the fame, y’all can’t take that offer back

    Fuck a shelf you can't take me off the rack

    All the fame is not worth a heart attack

    You're insane, you're in pain, I can tell by what you saying, but

    My bad, I forgot you were fragile

    I forgot someone who doesn't even know me told you I'm an asshole

    I forgot that I’m a villain

    I forgot that I’ve always spread positivity, but you think I didn't

    I forgot that hatred stems from people who hate their own existence

    I forgot I’m better off alone

    I forgot I care for everyone's happiness, but forget about my own

    I forget I spend every waking second on my phone, hahahaha

    Come join my circus, I’m recruiting

    I’m taking everyone who passes judgement bitch that’s including

    Everyone who thinks it’s so amusing

    To put me down while I’m pursuing

    The key board warriors that live online behind a screen that's just an illusion

    Come, come, come join my circus

    You fucking pricks

    I’ll fuck you till you love me then pay you to do some tricks

    I don’t need a doctor I need a bag of nails and bricks to lay down on the floor so if you fail to land a flip you can feel what I felt when you tried to come sink my ship

    Let me explain, you all help me financially gain

    But I spend my money on mental health books and read them just to control all my pain

    I don’t wear clothes, but bought this chain and just like you this chain is fake

    I wear it to distract you from the blatant sadness written on my fucking face

    What'd you expect?

    Did you think I was immune to what you were saying and didn’t see all of the disrespect?

    Do you think I’m not human, have no feelings, or maybe you think I’m fucking weak and now I’m pleading

    Maybe you think I’m just too good and that I’m fucking cheating?

    Or maybe just maybe

    You're blind and the hate inside your heart clouds your eyes and your mind and your ears when I rhyme

    Even though we all know I’m one of the best of all time

    Or maybe you're just a fucking bitch and I can't

    Stop comparing me to people who are not in my league

    Stop saying I don’t believe in God just because you can’t read

    Stop making fake profiles so you can spam my feed

    I'm not alone, I know there's millions out there just like me