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Cool ranch on my mouth make your pussy smell weird
No tears, disappeared now I'm back and I'm clear
Don't care about to fuck at this movie premiere

looking I see temptation by Satan
It's quite amazing
But it's oh so draining
All these pictures that I painted
Like I was Picasso
It ain't black and white

it made!
There's metal in your nose
So you're metal enough for me!

I just met a woman with some style
She says "piercing's punk" but it's
Metal all

I'm so sure that I show no mercy
I'm so pure
I might leave your nose coke thirsty
Hot boy, hot oil, every verse fryin'
Suicide Music will be the
Last

all in ya ears when you hear it
It's all in the notes and the lyrics
Just call me a goat by my appearance
Mmm but I just really don't see it
Until I get

of shadows of doubt
They been watching how I move, so I'm moving around them
Fuck I'm supposed to do if I'm constantly out one
I improve through these albums

around my ankles
I spank her with 20 Glizzys on
She don't know what hit her dog
Thunderstruck by stardom
Thundercat, aux cord
She bussing back long strokes

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

still that motherfucker that your girl dreams about
She thinks about how my beard would feel while I eat her out
All I need is weed and music, you can

album
I'm euphoric, I just come alive, that's the outcome

Natural born, sinner born, famous, what's the value
Wasn't no one with me in the jet but I'm

fucked your hoe, she scream my name
I put the dick up in her spleen
Okay, like fuck that shit
Never goin' back, I can't repeat again
I might drop a single

down to it
You know I put in work
West coast, east coast
Any wave I surf
Around the world
My music is getting played
We manifesting the plot
The album is

It was all a dream, I wanted to make it big
Wanted to freestyle with Pac, or rock a stage with B.I.G
Inspired by Em on Up I'm Smoke; my favourite gig

Aye, moving like Biden I ain't trying to be a victim
City colder than a junkie attitude without prescription
I ain't got opps but if it's yours

At first when it started, girl you opened up my eyes
I swear I saw our future when I looked up at the sky
Before I was heartless, you were always

committed to it
How? my last album costed bills to do it
Everything I had into it I was so damn real to music
Probably left my girl confused all the time I

it's gon pucker up
Girl let me butter up yo body as you roll a blunt
Always fascinated with Cowboy gun saloons
Light it now love is in the air like

banned
Your girl rubs the lotion in to the sound of the Grand
StockX fees and Hype Buyouts is not a thang
And Ye' just ran the fifth time to be

Little tea cups with pictures on them
Those album colors and gold hearts on my skin
Street signs with something like your name printed on them

that's about
Crying to myself, ""why didn't I take a different route""
It's not like I wanted all the girls or all the clout
All I ever really wanted was

seething no deceiving, heathens plain as day
Sharing plates, barely eating
Thinking back on trips to beaches
With a girl, often leeching off me make me sick

know I'm gone
I just dropped a album, this shit is supposed to get it on

Huh, this shit sounds like denial
Trynna ignore the shots that were fired at my

‘round the town with me
Tell me baby any place and we gon’ go
We makin’ love by the sunset
The night ain’t over baby go and tell me what’s next
I just

a pocket pussy so feeble
Thought he cold up on my shoulder let me heat the metal 
Controlling nothing but a beat block run by devil 
That girl a dime piece