Twikipedia, tropes - lens lyrics
[Twikipedia, tropes - lens lyrics]
Yeah how you get robbed over a handbag
If it ain't enough for you, don't go
Just stay back
(that doesn't make any sense)
You ain't finna copy me with red eyes
Come at you with dead eyes
I'm swatting all the dead flies
You thought you were the future
You're just on your computer
You suck ass I'm your tutor
I'm a creator, you're a user cannot fly
You cannot fly to rooster can you die?
I can't decide if I am the loser
And I can't be nice
But I still won't take your damn advice
I had a feeling hella lucky
I might roll the dice well, it must be nice
Well, it must be nice
He keep talking shit like I can't
End his life right now
I been smoking on some cabbage
Higher than the clouds
You can't stop me now imma stomp him out
We gon' lie for clout
Don't you take the route
I got some problems in my head
Everybody want me dead
I can't trust another friend
I will never shake your hand
If you want me dead smoking so much red
Walking funny, walking dead
Am I another player am I anybody with a love
No, I'm not afraid to play pretend
Talking to me like I'm a glare
You know that I'm going for the head
Going for the head, bitches on the floor
I am a surrealist pop artist
Part of the genre of surrealist art
(I'm a surrealist pop artist
I'm a surrealist pop artist)
Let me speak Fantano
You invited me on here as a conversation
(You bowl cut bitch)
(Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
Fuck you
If it ain't enough for you, don't go
Just stay back
(that doesn't make any sense)
You ain't finna copy me with red eyes
Come at you with dead eyes
I'm swatting all the dead flies
You thought you were the future
You're just on your computer
You suck ass I'm your tutor
I'm a creator, you're a user cannot fly
You cannot fly to rooster can you die?
I can't decide if I am the loser
And I can't be nice
But I still won't take your damn advice
I had a feeling hella lucky
I might roll the dice well, it must be nice
Well, it must be nice
He keep talking shit like I can't
End his life right now
I been smoking on some cabbage
Higher than the clouds
You can't stop me now imma stomp him out
We gon' lie for clout
Don't you take the route
I got some problems in my head
Everybody want me dead
I can't trust another friend
I will never shake your hand
If you want me dead smoking so much red
Walking funny, walking dead
Am I another player am I anybody with a love
No, I'm not afraid to play pretend
Talking to me like I'm a glare
You know that I'm going for the head
Going for the head, bitches on the floor
I am a surrealist pop artist
Part of the genre of surrealist art
(I'm a surrealist pop artist
I'm a surrealist pop artist)
Let me speak Fantano
You invited me on here as a conversation
(You bowl cut bitch)
(Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
Fuck you