MOTH lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Quadeca]
Ayy, huh, yeah, huh
Ayy, ayy, huh
Yeah, huh
Alright, there's a mic right here, ayy
It ain't fake, there's a mic right here, alright
ESKRY, turn that sh*t up, man!

[Verse 1: Quadeca & Saint G]
Fightin' crime, they call me Doctor Who
Writin' rhymes like Dr. Seuss (Mhm)
They try to doctor me (Hm?)
But I make more than a doctor do (Ayy)
All about the follows, you don't follow through
Like maybe that's the reason I don't follow you (No)
Now they wanna hate, 'cause the dollars blue
I'm like, "You don't know the f*ck you talkin' to" (Who?)
I cannot start how they want me to
'Cause I'm off the charts and I'm on them too (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna piece off of you
When you makin' all the paper, like The Office do
They say that I'm gettin' c*cky
b*tch, can you tell?
G-A-O-T
I'm like, "b*tch, can you spell?"
Like, oh well, I don't take Ls
Every rapper, I'll see you in Hell (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all on that boring demonic sh*t
Maybe the power of Christ can compel (Huh, huh, ayy)
I'm on the charts, I ain't talkin' Excel
I am a senior and feel like a freshman as well (XXL, huh)
Like XXL (Yeah)
I got the class, and y'all gettin' expelled (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
I hope you caught this sh*t, like NFL, call it Odell (What? Huh?)
I chop it up, like I'm Pharrell (What? Huh? Yeah! Huh?)
That's how I feel, that's how I felt
Keepin' it gucci, just like my belt (Yeah, oh)
Yeah
Keepin' it gucci, just like my belt
Luca, you better hop onto this sh*t
Better hop onto this sh*t right now
Right now! Uh
Right- I'm like, right now (What? What?)
Uh, right now, huh (Yeah, hahahaha!)
I get the money, they want it like now (Ayy)
They gotta write down, uh
I get that money, put it on the mic now, uh (Huh?)
Get it on the mic now, uh (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Better-better turn the lights out, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
In the foreign, y'all took the bike route
Y'all are so borin', I am so hype now (Hype, hype, hype)
Double my price now, I'm gettin' money and everyone like how
If I am talkin', then you better write down
Better write down
[Part II]

[Chorus: Quadeca & Saint G]
Every day feel like a fight now, turn the lights out
I'm just searchin' for some clarity, like wrong and right now
Can't escape all of my demons, runnin' from my lighthouse
Yeah, I got so many feelings, gotta work on myself, yeah

[Verse 2: Quadeca & Saint G]
Every day feel like a fight now
Wanna get you out of mind and out of sight now
But I just pulled up to the function with the lights out
They say life's a trip, I don't care about no baggage, though
I just got here, she just told me that she had to go
Why you have to go? Oh, I hardly know
You say you a partygoer, I'm like, "Where'd the party go?"
Girl, you been playin' with my heart, just like some cardio
On Mario, I always been the third wheel like I'm Wario (Yeah, oh!)
Yeah, yeah, I'm always goin', uh
I cannot do borin', nah
Got my angels, they ignore me, yeah
Now my mind been gettin' stormy, they warned me
Yeah

[Chorus: Saint G]
Every day feels like a fight now, turn the lights out
I'm just searchin' for some clarity, like wrong and right now
Can't escape all of my demons, runnin' from the lighthouse
Yeah, I got so many feelings, gotta work on myself, yeah
[Verse 3: Quadeca]
Hopped in a Benz, f*ck gettin' wit' you, I'll talk to your friends
Gone in the end, hittin' you up, I don't want to again
And I ain't five years old on recess, so I don't wanna pretend
Okay, well, maybe I'll pretend I don't wanna pretend, 'cause I lost it again
Yeah, every day feel like a fight now
I was always wrong now, you were always right now
Yeah, I got this dough, but it's just for show
Yeah, got this dough, but it's just for show

[Outro 1: Chloë Grace Moretz & Jamie Blackley, ?]
No, no, you cannot leave me like that
Why didn't you tell me?
Maybe because I'm terrified of losing you!
You know, when you do your thing, I'm gonna do mine