歌词
Y’all ain’t ****ing yellow man, pink shirt on me
I don’t really mess with yall I just mess with my homies
Keep it tight like a ropeswing, dope, better hope that the bloke sing
I’m focusing, poke your shoulder where your life be at
These rappers got the most Ink, face tats
Sheesh I got deeper than the words
I got speakers for a purpose
The organ be the tats I don’t show it on the surface
Yeah, my heart bleed when it’s stuck inside a dreamland
Fantasies, he stands handsomly, but his hands fanta, seas
**** Lean, I wanna stand straight
My left hand used for the door so can’t stay
GTFO before I paint a giant landscape
Yellow sunshine’s with a couple thousand pancakes
Damn drake, cuz my feelings is a challenge for me
I get stressed, but I’m blessed It’s a balance for me
There is no devil to share aye
Cuz I’m in love with the bred aye
Cuz I’m in love with the bed aye
Wish my color was red aye
I’m not dark stop acting, I don’t want it stop asking
I just want all of the pictures and mirrors that reflect my soul and my fashion
Way that I speak, way that I breath, way that I walk
Way that I do things, wanna be myself
Wanna need myself, cuz I’m independent
In the building, got no roofs got no ceilings
I’m the villain of this shit, cuz I’m stingy with opinions look
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