Broke - Beach House (Maison de Plage) [Prod. By Anyways..] Lyrics

Haze my vision
All these motherf*ckers got me in it
Check the deposition
What is written?
All these pussies beg for their attention
Go and start another preposition
Go on be specific
I won't be a cynic
Transfer to a spirit
Don't know; can you hear it?
I'm not in the clearance
Most of me is fearless
Host to be explicit
Faith for me now that I'm fully in it
Now I'm back up in it
Rising to the top while u knittin
Doctor croc see me spittin
Pop the lock see me grinnin
Peep the shock, what is written?
Crack the rock, feel me sinnin

It's all the talk that got me hittin
Drivin I'm the Pippin
Vibin wit my mignons
Ridin wit my villains
Siding with the Krillens
Broke is for the children
Imma make a trillion
Give my mom a couple hundred billion rest I hand out millions
Test my mission
Goin fishin
Eat some chicken
Here's some chicken
Make me glisten
I'm the risen
In my prison
That's a given
Ask again the question what is written?
Cause a frission
My mind is empty from cable television