Fookboiwun - Time Chamber Lyrics

It's fook from the cove
Come to slay all you hoes
Bring the guns and ammo
Ready up adios
Coming with c-4
To your front n' gate door
Bleach and a mop
For the brains on the floor
Running a muck
Let me smoke on my blunt
Not giving a f*ck
You can call me a runt
Swerving with my martians
On our way to mars
In a flying car
How'd i get this far
Feeling so bizarre
On a meteor
Trying to make it far
Call me shooting star
Seduced by the beat
Had to make a treat
For all the boys & girls
Make you wanna twirl
Prowling on my girl
Licking diamond pearls
I'm the new earl
Speaking wit the plurals
Falling thru the worlds
Feeling parallel
I can't keep my f*cking head still
Some of these days
Know i'm just not ok
But i'm sitting alone
In my head it's a phase
And once it's all over
Return to my place
Where the music replace
And correct the mistakes
For now let's just float on a boat
In the clouds with the loud
N' I'm dodging the crowd
N' Leaning around
N' Hiding a frown
But i'm still gonna get down
With the king of dougie crown
In the time chamber
We traveling
We coming back again
Hit you with bats again
Leave you like mannequin
Cut your arm off
You could just call me anakin
Puffing on skywalker
Pass it then
Fast n' the furious
Ricky bobby
Shake n' bake
She's a hot tamale mamí
You can make it
With the money and the fakes
If you got it
But i rather book a show
With the brodies
Who don't flaunt it
Make a couple calls
Hit the studio with the profits
Make a couple songs
With the beats that'll rock shit
Make a couple movies
On my jamie foxx shit
With a fit to flaunt it
Fuzzy in my pocket
And a bic it's lit
Lungs filled with all this
Call me flawless
I woke up like this
In the time chamber
We traveling
We coming back again
Hit you with bats again
Leave you like mannequin
Cut your arm off
You could just call me anakin
Puffing on skywalker
Pass it then
Sipping lemonade
On my beyoncé tip
Fookboi just wanna
Buy mom a crib
Listen to me speak
Is all he says i swear
I just wanna punch his teeth
Look at that musty bleached hair
Not giving a care
I wish he'd dare
Make contact with me
Come and ask for help
I'll start off by saying
He's bad for health
No f*cking wealth
Hands never dealt
I hate his guts
Cause he makes me melt
I wanna ride his belt
Then stab his throat
Gouge his eyes out
Wear em' for myself
Look at me momma
Talking to myself