Conor Patrick - Wild Style Lyrics

I'm hard to read like wild style dog
So many eyes on me
Everything unreleased, watch 'em pile up
They wait on me like I'm dial up
Do this shit for free? Nah.
It's hard to breath but I'm fired up
Claustrophobic
Locked and loaded
Jack-in-the-box pops open
Out blows smoke from locals
Sloppy spoken
Cut me open
Blood on the rusty coping
Get back up again
Don't need to fix what can't be broken
I have a hard time taking handouts
Do it for my damn' self
To think you almost saved me
I should go and wash my hands down
Heard that you a fan now
I bet you'd love to call me baby
Don't stop, yeah
So many eyes on me
Everything unreleased, watch 'em pile up
They wait on me like I'm dial up
Do this shit for free? Nah.
It's hard to breath but I'm fired up
Had to get a rush like this
Had to make a fuss like this
Had to take a swing like miss
I ain't giving up like this
Pull up on a dream, get hit
And one!
Used to give a f*ck, I'm done
That shit sounds like fun
"Overrated"
Bitch, you sound so dumb
Ima go and get me some
Don't say I don't try cus' you won't let me, yeah
I'll keep it to the side if you let me, yeah
So much is on my mind
Don't you tempt me, you so sexy
I'm hard to read like wild style dog
So many eyes on me
Everything unreleased, watch 'em pile up
They wait on me like I'm dial up
Do this shit for free? Nah.
It's hard to breath but I'm fired up