[Verse]
A lot of shit changed, but I got my life
Look at my spirit I feel like I did a heist
Now look at my neck, I know it's wet I need some rice
I look like Justin Bieber, you know I brought my knife
I'm a pretty boy just know I'm laying pipe
I could afford to dodge these pretty bitches out of spite
I swear my opp like Cujo how he tryna bite
Swear that pussy my Day 1 how that shit be tight
Nothings off the table, he could catch you on a bike
I do not do no dirty, I'm just playing the sound bites
Yeah, I'm blowing on this moonrock, I'm flying kites
I met his bitch and I ain't third-wheeling like a trike
Bitch, I'm trying to be caught around the world like SARS
Bitch, I'm blowing this gas out the back of fast cars
I'm not a Shell employee, but this blunt on 20 gallons
Think I'm punk-rock, she in love with Billy Talent
You know I bring the hurt, I feel like a locker
I look at you and laugh; like watching Meet the Fockers
This bitch is trying to vent to me
Do I look like the Impostor?
Fuck her then I kick her out my place like soccer
Yuh, yuh, yuh this the intro, damn
Sippin' juice, I'm blowing this Indo though, damn
This life too fast for it, for me it's a slow jam
I swear that she my Arial and you stuck in Comic Sans
Making hits in here I feel like Bamm-Bamm
Fame had made me sick, I think I need to reach the town
I'm feeling sewage in the distance on my hands
But that's my person and I'm proud of who I am
A lot of shit changed, but I got my life
Look at my spirit I feel like I did a heist
Now look at my neck, I know it's wet I need some rice
I look like Justin Bieber, you know I brought my knife
I'm a pretty boy just know I'm laying pipe
I could afford to dodge these pretty bitches out of spite
I swear my opp like Cujo how he tryna bite
Swear that pussy my Day 1 how that shit be tight
Nothings off the table, he could catch you on a bike
I do not do no dirty, I'm just playing the sound bites
Yeah, I'm blowing on this moonrock, I'm flying kites
I met his bitch and I ain't third-wheeling like a trike
Bitch, I'm trying to be caught around the world like SARS
Bitch, I'm blowing this gas out the back of fast cars
I'm not a Shell employee, but this blunt on 20 gallons
Think I'm punk-rock, she in love with Billy Talent
You know I bring the hurt, I feel like a locker
I look at you and laugh; like watching Meet the Fockers
This bitch is trying to vent to me
Do I look like the Impostor?
Fuck her then I kick her out my place like soccer
Yuh, yuh, yuh this the intro, damn
Sippin' juice, I'm blowing this Indo though, damn
This life too fast for it, for me it's a slow jam
I swear that she my Arial and you stuck in Comic Sans
Making hits in here I feel like Bamm-Bamm
Fame had made me sick, I think I need to reach the town
I'm feeling sewage in the distance on my hands
But that's my person and I'm proud of who I am
( Sewerperson )
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