The Shooter - Jarren Benton, Whatever We Are

I don’t fuck with you or your town

Voices in my head going wild

Push me to my edge and I die

Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

I hear them talking in the halls

They making fun of all my flaws

I feel so alone and lost

God I hate this fucking school, who made these fucking rules

Swear that this ain’t cool, and all this fucking pressure what is there to prove

And I am so confused, and I am finna lose it

I might flip and OOHH!

Probably hurt someone

Plus the shit that I get from my mom back at home makes the perfect storm

Only thing to bring calm is the percs I’m on

Hide the way that I feel play the perfect son

When she sleep I take cash out her purse and run and go buy drugs everything

just to blow up numb

Now it’s back up to school with the jocks I don’t get it

Pretentious bitches mind your business

I hear your whispers and your disses

They call me weird bitch I’m a misfit

The homie just passed away

And I can’t do class today

I’d rather get smashed astray

From this place stuck in hell all these bastards fake

One more kid call me weird I’ma bash his face

All this pain, I might turn to a basket case

I don’t fit in so our peers can hate

Where the fuck is the God I just ask for faith

These voices in my head, they force me to the edge

And I am not prepared to make it through the day

To many tears i’ve shed, these stresses got me scared

It’s best if I was dead

My dad ask about my day, I lie and say it was great

He don’t know all the shit I take, I just suppress then get high then I drift

away

I lock myself in my room catch a wave of the tune, of my favorite rapper then I

gaze at the moon

I dreamt tomorrow shifted, day was a doom

Pray I’m left alone and maybe shit’ll be cool man

But fuck it, uh

I sit here sad for what

Sick of being here mad as fuck, I steal the gun from my dad then I pack it up

Off to school with the tool, I don’t brag or bluff

Fuck around they don’t know that the strap is tucked

This for all of the times that they laughed at us

I pull out the gun out the bag, think I’ve had enough

I tell 'em

I don’t fuck with you or your town

Voices in my head going wild

Push me to my edge and I die

Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

I don’t fuck with you or your town

Voices in my head going wild

Push me to my edge and I die

Y’all gon' test me or not, y’all gon' test me or not

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808

Pull up on a kid one time and I drop ya like an 808