[Lyric] Fantasy (Pablo Skyes)

I forgot if this was real
Out my body off these pills
Got my own supply; I can't sign these deals
Might fuck around and get a mil
Might fuck around and give them chills

Funny how you feel for a kid who don’t feel
Yet you still get filled—lyrical happy meal
Listen to my words and they might give you life
Then, I kiss your head and I tell you goodnight

(You don't love me)
(Aw shit.)
(Here we go again!)

Oh well, true shit
True shit
Oh well, oh well
True shit

Got a Glock that I sleep with overnight
Bitches talk, so I gotta make it right
Give me top; suck it ‘til my dick goes dry
Pussy popped, even though that pussy tight
Pussy gone, even though that pussy mine
Won't be stopped if I take another flight
Call the cops; put some bullets in their eyes
You can sob; I hope that I make you cry

I can’t say sorries
Nor apologies
Say you want world peace
It's a fantasy

My bitch a barbie
Looking dolled-up queen
Got looks like Charli D
At least, she's eighteen

I can't say sorries
Nor apologies
Say you want world peace
It's a fantasy

My bitch a barbie
Looking dolled-up queen
Got looks like Charli D
At least, she's eighteen

(when I see you, I should slap you)