M.I.T.W (Music Is The Way)

[Verse 1:Lucy Camp] Run from the law Are you coming or not? That's the kind of thing I need to know now Fuck what you want Taking that tone like you're ready to get thrown out Stuck in a spot I ain't 'bout to do the whole confetti but a showdown Worry 'bout your little petty pronouns I ain't 'bout to worry about something I'm not Not, definitely There's no other way to put it delicately I paid my price wrote the check in quickly Yeah you got money but look extra guilty Dirty rich bitch might've felt so filthy Melt the Milky Way, felt so silky The world in my hand like I held it pristine The option to sell I could sell the buildings The world [Verse 2:Lucy Camp] Hello would you like to break me? Well you're a derivative baby Ticklish, diminutive, and shaky This is indicative of a minimum maybe I'm in it to make it and I'm waiting If I win it and take it am I saving Any kid with a wit and a nice placing? I admit I'm a bit surprised facing Living a life of "I hate me", strangely Giving them eye, I'm blind daily, faintly I don't know why I might get so angry What kind of a lie did I make? I'm making Execution, death Just cuz I run out of breath doesn't imply that I'm not so ready to set The death threat the dead to dead debt no depth effect yet You wanna feel what I feel when I'm left? I don't appeal not ideal to the theft I'd like a meal ima kneel to the chef What a deal what a steal on the real I'm impressed Move, you got a lot of veal on your vest You don't talk to the famille (familia) you're a guest It don't matter 'bout the heels or the dress Demand real respect [Verse 3:Lucy Camp] I run from the law when I love it is wrong I do what I need she does what she wants Dumb and a broad, when I'm done you applaud Better come you are not, gonna run You are not Gonna jump, trust me I'm nothing you thought Got your little tongue tied got your tongue in a knot Young and I nod, nod, nod, shrug and I yawn bitch Think you might've just messed with the wrong chick Oh wait yeah check it out mosh pit Costed Off with the clothes that we shoplift Often Caution your shit's soft it's complicated Oh we talk communicated, yeah I lost but I'm not hatin at least I was nominated You were not even a single thought that made it Chick I taught you, graded The shit I bought you, save it Do not believe a wobbly chick I know you hesitated So wrong, how come I waited So long, I even made it Your song, from all the things I made you do I only made you more strong When you fall nighty nighty Looking all high and mighty You call yourself so pristine that's what you call tidy whitey I don't like when you don't like me I don't take that shit so lightly You fist bump me then bump my shit must be nice I spit politely