Ryan Oakes - ESPRESSO

★ Intro ★
Espresso!
The good in–

★ Verse 1 ★
I just had a quad shot of espresso (Woo!)
It got me bouncing off all the walls like an echo (Echo, echo)
They tellin' me I'm off the rails, but I'm metro
Movin' at a speed that throws back like it's retro (Like it's retro)
I run in circles 'round the competition (Woo!)
And now they comin' full circle, wanting my position
Homie, every single hurdle that they tried to fit in (Woo!)
I cleared 'em with a clear conscience, I'm never trippin'
I had a bucket list until it went and kicked the buckеt (True)
I gave it up to move thе needle and it's barely budging (Damn)
It ain't no biggie, Ryan, we can try to up the budget (Up it)
But every time they pull the strings, I feel like I'm a puppet

★ Chorus ★
You're worst (My bad)
Go to work (I'm sad)
If you're hurt (My back)
Rub in dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up
Put it first (My bad)
Write a verse (That's sad)
Reimburse (My racks)
Go rehearse (My raps)
Why you mad? (This is everything you asked for)
Speed up (Put a hundred on the dash board)

★ Verse 2 ★
Woo!
I just took another shot and said "I'm sober" (Woo!)
It hit me, now I'm hangin' on the wall like a poster
I need a dose of dopamine when it's over
So I'm burnin' all my bread like I forgot it in the toaster (Yeah)
Defense mechanism kickin' in and scratchin' (Scratch)
I'm fightin' back like my girl's bra, dog, I'm strapless (Strapless)
Half of me says "Put the money in a mattress"
The other half of me knows that I love to carry matches
That's a metaphor, I go out with a bang
Skeletons inside my closet and I'm hoarding the remains (Remains)
My therapist is tellin' me to let go 'cause I'm chained (Chained)
But I tried my best and told her they ain't fittin' down the drain

★ Chorus ★
You're worst (My bad)
Go to work (I'm sad)
If you're hurt (My back)
Rub in dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up
Put it first (My bad)
Write a verse (That's sad)
Reimburse (My racks)
Go rehearse (My raps)
Why you mad? (This is everything you asked for)
Speed up (Put a hundred on the dash board)

★ Verse 3 ★
Lookin' in the mirror, mumblin' an affirmation
Realize that everything is my imagination
Hide inside my room and cut off all my communication
Like talking to myself will give me some sort of revelation
(Wait!) Flushed my medication, now I'm buggin'
(Lame) Somebody better go and let the plug in
(Hey) Sweat, tears, even put my blood in
Now it's hard for me to take a look at everything I summoned

★ Chorus ★
You're worst (My bad)
Go to work (I'm sad)
If you're hurt (My back)
Rub in dirt (I'm mad)
Why you mad?
Speed up
Put it first (My bad)
Write a verse (That's sad)
Reimburse (My racks)
Go rehearse (My raps)
Why you mad? (This is everything you asked for)
Speed up (Put a hundred on the dash board)

★ Outro ★
You're the worst