Sleeping in Chicago, so I took it to a globetrot
Hoe opps throwing me a whole lotta shade
At they pearly white gates, I am so not the type
To give the devil the pipe, no matter the dress, address or the threat to my life
I been heckled heavens to Betsy been taking bets on the dice
Roll 7s every night
A pen & pencil suffice to ignite my thoughts to a flame on page
And on a mic I drip like Tay Zonday
Dulcet & deep
I see every vulture with beaks wet
Don't you lie to me I see your teeth sweat
You been in a desert but you beach wet
Shore, I still sea you tho
Oars, but no need to row
Buddy seem like BS
I been feeling free less & less these days
Peep the mess we've made
Verdant green over death we've paved
No memory so I press replay
I can't believe all the stress we take
Without a question
Without an answer
Just as perplexed as you ever been
If you ever been
Young Bergeron boy, we could never win
I could never tell you
You would never hear me
They make sure of that
Conspiracy theorist wit my foil hat
Conspiracy theorist wit my foil hat
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Sleeping in Chicago, so I took it to a globetrot
Hoe opps throwing me a whole lotta shade
At they pearly white gates, I am so not the type
To give the devil the pipe, no matter the dress, address or the threat to my life
I been heckled heavens to Betsy been taking bets on the dice
Roll 7s every night
A pen & pencil suffice to ignite my thoughts to a flame on page
And on a mic I drip like Tay Zonday
Dulcet & deep
I see every vulture with beaks wet
Don't you lie to me I see your teeth sweat
You been in a desert but you beach wet
Shore, I still sea you tho
Oars, but no need to row
Buddy seem like BS
I been feeling free less & less these days
Peep the mess we've made
Verdant green over death we've paved
No memory so I press replay
I can't believe all the stress we take
Without a question
Without an answer
Just as perplexed as you ever been
If you ever been
Young Bergeron boy, we could never win
I could never tell you
You would never hear me
They make sure of that
Conspiracy theorist wit my foil hat
Conspiracy theorist wit my foil hat
Hoe opps throwing me a whole lotta shade
At they pearly white gates, I am so not the type
To give the devil the pipe, no matter the dress, address or the threat to my life
I been heckled heavens to Betsy been taking bets on the dice
Roll 7s every night
A pen & pencil suffice to ignite my thoughts to a flame on page
And on a mic I drip like Tay Zonday
Dulcet & deep
I see every vulture with beaks wet
Don't you lie to me I see your teeth sweat
You been in a desert but you beach wet
Shore, I still sea you tho
Oars, but no need to row
Buddy seem like BS
I been feeling free less & less these days
Peep the mess we've made
Verdant green over death we've paved
No memory so I press replay
I can't believe all the stress we take
Without a question
Without an answer
Just as perplexed as you ever been
If you ever been
Young Bergeron boy, we could never win
I could never tell you
You would never hear me
They make sure of that
Conspiracy theorist wit my foil hat
Conspiracy theorist wit my foil hat
Writer: Dan Rahrig
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