Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me Verses Me , by - Taelor GrayRelease date: 23.02.2017
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me Verses Me , by - Taelor GrayMe Verses Me |
| Yeah, me verses me |
| Verses me, verses me, verses me |
| Verses me, yeah |
| I’m comin' for you, woo! |
| Opponent opponent, my foe is the closest |
| His throne is my focus, I notice He knows this |
| The smell of defeat, I notice He knows this |
| My focus mitosis, so odor is potent |
| Devoted like poses for closure, so voting |
| For POTUS it’s over, for most is the Oval is hopeless |
| I overly quoted the quote that was spoke when I said I’m devoted |
| Opponent opponent, I’m closin' in on him |
| Like Mary knew Joseph at hotel with the hostess sayin' |
| «Oh well, there’s no way we can host him», it’s so ferocious |
| Go in decoded, closin' in on him |
| Chasin' after dudes, it’s two years after '06 |
| Shadowboxin' with the man above, the faucet lavatory |
| Stalkin' Bloody Mary haunted, flip the on and off switch |
| Scary movie script, there’s a duplicate Who is this? |
| Barely movin', it’s an illusion in human skin |
| Man, I’m losin' it, these delusions is too intense |
| Nuisance get the nooses, need 'em hangin' where Mr. Cooper is |
| I ain’t on his level yet, he pass where the cooper is |
| So I’m on a super big, share with bazooka clip |
| Skippin' all the small talk, I don’t lips |
| A oompa loompa’s kids, I treat these dudes like dirty hookah tips |
| Mano-a-mano, which really means stereo |
| Follow me follow, I’m comin' for ya |
| I’m comin' for ya |
| Lookin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya |
| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya |
| Me verses me |
| I’m comin' for ya |
| Lookin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya |
| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya |
| Me verses me |
| Just like me, I have a rival just like me |
| I find the battles in the mind, yeah, it’s just psyche |
| Will I take me out, fake me out just like Ki? |
| Or will I open up my energy just like Qi? |
| I’ve seein' ya, in yourself friend |
| Your passion alone feedin' ya, the blood so I’m leechin' ya |
| Rappin', I’m on leukemia, bad to the bone |
| It stems from the media that I’m attackin' a clone |
| On the dark side, black side, playground for the back slide |
| Any day I could drive anything, and deny me, that’s pride |
| Head big, finna capsize, I’m a rabbi to the bad guys |
| And my ship just capsized, soul sail and I baptized |
| Underwater maneuver, I scuba for evidence |
| But never thought or assumed that my future was heaven sent |
| Cause all of my partners grew up and screw up, it never ends |
| Some of 'em spark the tool up and shoot up the reverend |
| The moment I started brooding I knew I was set in sin |
| But open my heart to music and usin' at syringe |
| This oblon got a medula, I’m goin' out of my noodles |
| So like a dog with the voodoo, it’s brutal death with the pen |
| My opponent, on my own but I’m not alone |
| It’s all my brothers band together, we kinda Jonas |
| Competition strand together, I kinda comb it |
| That’s a head start then I’m gone and I’m comin' for ya |
| Think you act like you own the place |
| Your confidence condescends, you rap like you own some praise |
| That’s gon' get old someday, ok they don’t worship the ground you walk on |
| Or worship the sound your thoughts on |
| Alert to have found you logged on to social media |
| Needing it up, day-to-day lunch plates |
| I’m conceding my screen misuse |
| If they don’t double-tap it’s almost like I need tissue |
| Man, I thought these self-esteem issues were just teen issues |
| Man, I microphone checked my motives |
| I was doin' this for microphone checks |
| I noticed I like to boast and that I might be on next |
| But I’ll be home thanks to |
| Those types of songs catch on to something that we might condone next |
| Meaning Christ is shown less, this kinda rhymin' that’s common |
| I’ll fight to be shown death to these life in these bones |
| Yet I was buyin' my own press just to heightin' my own rep |
| No defyin' flesh so the writin' is no threat |
| To the vices almost next to the blind when the soul’s death |
| To inclined to be holdin' skulls to divinely compose text |
| So in light of this giant tyrant that’s tryin' to withhold rest |
| I’ll be cryin', swingin', eyein' 'til Goliath has no head |
| He was threatin' me cause I threatened the sea |
| me, better than me now how before I never could see |
| Until I set to believe that evidently at 11:59 I climbed definitely |
| Yes, evidently, me? |
| I’m comin' for ya |
| Standin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya |
| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya |
| Me verses me |
| Yeah, I’m comin' for ya |
| Standin' in the mirror like I’m runnin' for ya |
| Soundin' like ra-ra, gunnin' for ya |
| Me verses me |
| I get on this mic and I tip-toe on the subject matter |
| Dip slow, it’s tickin' timer, don’t touch the package |
| Explosion imminent, Mortal Kombat, will finish him |
| The only way we live is by crucifyin' a gentleman |
| Lucifer is the general, loose him and you see genocide |
| Lucid then why we loosin' up truth and we watchin' sinners die? |
| Only way we move is by slowin' down to a standstill |
| All I got is faith and I’m buried under this landfill |
| I just gotta tip-toe on narrow paths |
| See, my prayers come in paragraphs |
| I ain’t never face it like a pharaoh mask |
| Now we stoppin' immigration 'til the terror pass |
| Automatic starters, look, I ain’t have no battery for nonsense |
| I don’t have no, it’s constant |
| I don’t have no battle that I ever won alone |
| See, I don’t have no gavel and I never had a throne |
| It’s hadouken like Akuma off of Street Fighter Alpha |
| Back in third grade conscious, did my book report on Malcolm |
| See, everything is different from the past |
| And I’m between sippin' from a flask, it’s a Mississippi mask And you can hear |
| that tug of war, listenin' to scapegoats |
| How you say what’s on your heart and still keep it tasteful? |
| A house full of mirrors 'til I find it so intrusive |
| A house full of mirrors, I’m just hidin' from Medusa |
| Yeah, I’m comin' for you |
| Yeah, he runnin' for you |
| Like ra-ra, gunnin' for you |
| Yeah, I’m said comin' for ya |
| It’s me verses me and I’m comin' for you |
| Yeah, they got me runnin' for you |
| Ra-ra, gunnin' from you |
| Yeah, said we comin' for you |
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