[Lyric] Makeshift (PYRMDSCHM)

[Intro]
Got a light and a joint
Just two muhfuckers who would never see the point
On a bench in a park
Just two muhfuckers getting high as the stars
But the, but the sky blue right now
We ain’t got nothing better to do right now
Looking at the skyline, looking at my timeline
We can act nothing but a fool right now
The world’s gone, we’re the only ones that make sense
How we got the time and the patience
Deal with these muhfuckin lies, accusations

[Verse]
And we ain’t got nothing but to face it
Dealing with a world that’s makeshift
Boy you know your words don’t make shit
And we ain’t got nothing but to face it
Dealing with a world that’s makeshift
Boy you know your words don’t make shit
And that’s why you muhfuckin hate it
Why you hate, why you hate it
Why you hate, why you hate it
That’s why I’m faded, that’s why I’m faded
Yeah, why you hate, why you hate, why you hate it
Yeah, why you hate, why you hate, why you hate it
Yeah muh-
Muhfucka yeah, I hate it, yeah
Uh uh
Why you hate, why you hate it
That’s why I’m faded, that’s why I’m faded
Yeah, why you hate, why you hate, why you hate it
Yeah, why you hate, why you hate, why you hate it
Why you hate, why you hate it
That’s why I’m faded, that’s why I’m faded
Yeah, why you hate, why you hate, why you hate it
Yeah, why you hate, why you hate, why you hate it
[Verse 2]
Uh
Look how high I can fly
I’m an angel, touch the sky
Look in the mirror and I'm petrified
Not about complexion but I see the fire
These goodbyes could kill me now
So I said goodbye, tryna snatch my crown
Tryna pave my ground, tryna pave my way
Tryna make it to the top in a big jet plane
That's miller made, that’s ill in taste
I’m fucking with this groove and its killer bass
I’m in the fucking mood for a bitter taste
Feeling great, it’s a date
I felt too much, imma win this game
‘Cause I want checks on checks on checks
Imma pay my family next, I want bills be paid in full
I want all my homies good, we gon’ see sign Hollywood
We gon’ study in them books, we gon’ figure this shit out
We gon’ be the best producer-rapper duo in this house
Where my squad, what we about, I mean I’m proud
We was on that super loud, making deep hits, tryna kill the underground
But shit it’s working, ain’t it
Your words, your favourite