Lowkey I'm solo my map on my back Labyrinth straight signs like I'm Yakuza Don't get paid to listen your hate I use my thots like a shield like I'm Zabuza Concentrate on what you're doing Faceless, man like I retired in Cuba Straight up flames like I be firing bazookas Rap game, we all buying computers All my gang foreign Talk to me cause I'm boring New shoes,you got me yawning New shoes,you got me yawning You balloons assume nothing that I ever do is worthwhile Meanwhile you keep releasing shit like it's vile Burn down soundcloud with just one file, aye
Straight out the den Riding down the street in my Benz Where are my friends,where are my friends You're my friend You're my friend You're my friend You're my friend
Balling, good morning Straight up real I could never reveal about the last time I ever stopped warring Armour clad in Ralph Lauren Sleep on me well keep snoring Creep to me well keep crawling Katy Perry, roaring Sometimes I might reminisce of a life outside but I'd rather be indoors Straight up I'm real but I cannot feel what it's like to be one with the influence Represent the ones with imports Pulling out with the pink Porsche Pulling up back with the pink force Pull up with the pen that'll print morse
(aye, aye) feeling eternal abyss (aye) Sit in the mirrors of chrome with the steel to my dome like I wanna be missed (aye)
(aye, aye) feeling eternal abyss (aye) Sit in the mirrors of chrome with the steel to my dome like I wanna be missed (aye)
Straight out the den Riding down the street in my Benz Where are my friends,where are my friends You're my friend You're my friend You're my friend You're my friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
