Told her we could really run away if you want to
I can see this place is always comin' back to haunt you
I look through your eyes and I can see just what you've gone through
We won't question life we got nobody to respond to
I want you, hittin' that chick from the back, she say it's amazing
Now she be hittin' my phone every night and sayin' she cravin'
When I pull up to her spot she always prayin' I'm stayin'
Treatin' me like I'm a king, she got me draped in the Satan
Or satin, 8 rings on my fingers I'm on Saturn
Cyclin' through these patterns, we keep on spinnin' faster
I tend not to listen and I keep on getting badder
I just had a threesome and we ain't supposed to gather
(I just had a threesome and we ain't supposed to gather)
(I just)
(I just)
(I just)
You ain't with my gang then I don't give a fuck dude
Yeah I'm just rude and I don't even trust you
Focused on me imma do what I must do
If knowledge is the fruit then I fucking consume
Mushrooms, mushrooms, feed me mushrooms
I'm just tryna see the multiverse and touch moons
I'm just tryna act flirty first, then crush wombs
The boy can never settle, that is just what dust do
Clingin' to our squad I might have to get the Swiffer
We all made of the same matter but we really seem to differ
Winner-winner, jerk chicken dinner, all up in my innards
I'm a poet, I'm a pirate, I'm a motherfuckin' sinner
I was lookin for some peace 'til I realized it was inner
If she really want a piece I might have to put it in her
I've been off my Qs and Ps, now you want to fuck my shit up
If you really want a piece, better plan to be a hitter
Claim to be a killer, we goin guerilla
A big barrage of bars and bombs come out this spitter
I'm above the bar, my head when I do chin ups
I go to the bar, and see what I can pick up
Obsessin' over concepts that you can't even think of (Huh?)
All while tryna decide what I should get a drink of (Yuh)
And she lookin at me like she be ready for influx (Woah)
With me a few times, and she want me to get in tux (Nononono)
But too bad, me and the music already synced up
Sorry baby girl I guess that you got shit luck
Wonderin' how I'm come up with all of this sick stuff
Music occupy my brain, I'm thinkin in ink fuck
Can't stop thinking bars
I'm fuckin' havin' to write bars down while I'm drivin' and shit
I can't fuckin' stop bro, uh!