歌词
Open up the doors of my Beamer
I'm the bank account cleaner I'm the right ass creamer
Eating mommas boys, like they're sweeter, hell yeah, I'm nuts
I might be crazy, Show me your guts
Don't be lazy or I'll open your ass up and see what's inside
Or I'll just let it slide just to mess with your head boy
I can diss you in seven different languages son, my head is straight
I know exactly who to hate, unless I'm feeling foggy
Thinking about the meeting till the end, that special someone
I don't care, there's no one more important than the Crooked One, the lost crazy son
Through the eyes of a dreamer
I'm livin' the life behind the meaning just to bury my wishes in the dense dirt of these bitches
What you think about me, what you think about me?
When you close your eyes, do you think about me?
Do you think about me, do you think about me?
When you close your eyes, you should think about me
Crooked one beamer, female fever
Bitch you screamer, bitch, you been there
Redhead Skoda, ginger labia, spinners on my Fabia
Big Mystic is my name, I'm not your friend
When the diamond rain goes away
My friend molly makes me feel like I'm the sky!
Get it? Like I'm the sky, not in the sky
Diamonds make me shine
But I go down to the street to eat Pakistan
I shoot rimes like in Afganistan
Kill the lights, I fucking shine
Like Chernobyl in '86 I see so much I don't need my eyelids
Through the eyes of a dreamer
I'm livin' the life behind the meaning just to bury my wishes in the dense dirt of these bitches
What you think about me, what you think about me?
When you close your eyes, do you think about me?
Do you think about me, do you think about me?
When you close your eyes, you should think about me
Through the eyes of a dreamer
I'm livin' the life behind the meaning just to bury my wishes in the dense dirt of these bitches
What you think about me, what you think about me?
When you close your eyes, do you think about me?
Do you think about me, do you think about me?
When you close your eyes, you should think about me