Frida Giezman
Banned
this shyt was crazy to me
I remember that time on URL that I never spent
I got paid to do a battle that never happened, and I kept every cent
You smell me? Tell B I kept scorchin’ to that Whoville
Horton, a God to that URL event
Who say they the world and all I keep hearing is
These little voices telling me you can’t copy respect, it’s trust
Same people who feel like they world is everything
But all I see is a speck of dust
I remember that time on URL that I never spent
I got paid to do a battle that never happened, and I kept every cent
You smell me? Tell B I kept scorchin’ to that Whoville
Horton, a God to that URL event
Who say they the world and all I keep hearing is
These little voices telling me you can’t copy respect, it’s trust
Same people who feel like they world is everything
But all I see is a speck of dust



