You niggas dusty like some chalk
All you really do is talk
Cock like a magic beanstalk
Rock music, Abby's crosswalk
I don't need a chauffeur
Self driving like a Tesla
Don't like ya attitude, sir
Nigga just get the f*ck out my fiesta
Spilling some red on my white shirt
Really got my heart broken by a white girl
Met a biddy on yacht bomb her shit
Pearl Harbor in her guts, nigga, but I ain't sterile
My watch give me hypothermia
Chasing the bag to support my familia
If I was rich, I'd donate to charity
Something you billionaires aren't so familiar with
Just give me a kiss, right on my ass
I'd say that to the teacher of my early class
Pull up in all adidas, give me a pass 'cuz I know that my fashion is fast
Thrifting with my boy John
Outfit popping like I'm on fleek
Fly to Paris for a macaron
Then go shopping at the mall, chic
You know my new years resolution
Is to see some more booty
On the back of some cutie
A girl that'll drive me looney
I'm all for polygamy
But a nigga get jealous
Gotta find the one that's right for me
So I can get over zealous
Versace Versace my pants are not falling all thanks to Versace belt
Gucci who? I cannot hear you, Medusa turned you into stone; smelt
I've never eaten at the melt shop
Don't buy clothes from a sweatshop
White boy, you don't got hops
Call Elon, get a Tesla with a drop top
Dreads? Nigga that's a mop top
Got your girl in the back give me slop top
D1 track star running nonstop
Pull up to the telly then I tip the bellhop
This is hip hop
And the beat is the backdrop
Killers gotta tat with a f*cking tear drop
Own a restaurant
Little do they know, the business is a front
Riddle me this,
Why we got an idiot in power with little fists
Blue grass supporters, that's fiddle jizz
F*cking inbred followers are a piece of shit
The weed just hit
Bernie 2020, homie gonna legalize it
When you boomers gonna mother f*cking realize it
Marijuana ain't a drug, don't gotta stigmatize it
My demons be chasing
Don't keep me awake anymore, but show up in my dreams
They try to redeem
I just wanna scream but I don't really want them to leave
I want them to stay
They make me feel safe
They make me feel gay, In a happy way
They make me complete
I just can't compete
I feel like I'm stranded in the street
I'm chasing my demons
I feel like a heathen
I'm starting to hate them
I hate that I chase them
I try to replace them
I start to misplace other angels
All 'cuz of my temptation
There is no alternate variation
My demons and I have a special foundation
But they found a new situation
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You niggas dusty like some chalk
All you really do is talk
Cock like a magic beanstalk
Rock music, Abby's crosswalk
I don't need a chauffeur
Self driving like a Tesla
Don't like ya attitude, sir
Nigga just get the f*ck out my fiesta
Spilling some red on my white shirt
Really got my heart broken by a white girl
Met a biddy on yacht bomb her shit
Pearl Harbor in her guts, nigga, but I ain't sterile
My watch give me hypothermia
Chasing the bag to support my familia
If I was rich, I'd donate to charity
Something you billionaires aren't so familiar with
Just give me a kiss, right on my ass
I'd say that to the teacher of my early class
Pull up in all adidas, give me a pass 'cuz I know that my fashion is fast
Thrifting with my boy John
Outfit popping like I'm on fleek
Fly to Paris for a macaron
Then go shopping at the mall, chic
You know my new years resolution
Is to see some more booty
On the back of some cutie
A girl that'll drive me looney
I'm all for polygamy
But a nigga get jealous
Gotta find the one that's right for me
So I can get over zealous
Versace Versace my pants are not falling all thanks to Versace belt
Gucci who? I cannot hear you, Medusa turned you into stone; smelt
I've never eaten at the melt shop
Don't buy clothes from a sweatshop
White boy, you don't got hops
Call Elon, get a Tesla with a drop top
Dreads? Nigga that's a mop top
Got your girl in the back give me slop top
D1 track star running nonstop
Pull up to the telly then I tip the bellhop
This is hip hop
And the beat is the backdrop
Killers gotta tat with a f*cking tear drop
Own a restaurant
Little do they know, the business is a front
Riddle me this,
Why we got an idiot in power with little fists
Blue grass supporters, that's fiddle jizz
F*cking inbred followers are a piece of shit
The weed just hit
Bernie 2020, homie gonna legalize it
When you boomers gonna mother f*cking realize it
Marijuana ain't a drug, don't gotta stigmatize it
My demons be chasing
Don't keep me awake anymore, but show up in my dreams
They try to redeem
I just wanna scream but I don't really want them to leave
I want them to stay
They make me feel safe
They make me feel gay, In a happy way
They make me complete
I just can't compete
I feel like I'm stranded in the street
I'm chasing my demons
I feel like a heathen
I'm starting to hate them
I hate that I chase them
I try to replace them
I start to misplace other angels
All 'cuz of my temptation
There is no alternate variation
My demons and I have a special foundation
But they found a new situation
All you really do is talk
Cock like a magic beanstalk
Rock music, Abby's crosswalk
I don't need a chauffeur
Self driving like a Tesla
Don't like ya attitude, sir
Nigga just get the f*ck out my fiesta
Spilling some red on my white shirt
Really got my heart broken by a white girl
Met a biddy on yacht bomb her shit
Pearl Harbor in her guts, nigga, but I ain't sterile
My watch give me hypothermia
Chasing the bag to support my familia
If I was rich, I'd donate to charity
Something you billionaires aren't so familiar with
Just give me a kiss, right on my ass
I'd say that to the teacher of my early class
Pull up in all adidas, give me a pass 'cuz I know that my fashion is fast
Thrifting with my boy John
Outfit popping like I'm on fleek
Fly to Paris for a macaron
Then go shopping at the mall, chic
You know my new years resolution
Is to see some more booty
On the back of some cutie
A girl that'll drive me looney
I'm all for polygamy
But a nigga get jealous
Gotta find the one that's right for me
So I can get over zealous
Versace Versace my pants are not falling all thanks to Versace belt
Gucci who? I cannot hear you, Medusa turned you into stone; smelt
I've never eaten at the melt shop
Don't buy clothes from a sweatshop
White boy, you don't got hops
Call Elon, get a Tesla with a drop top
Dreads? Nigga that's a mop top
Got your girl in the back give me slop top
D1 track star running nonstop
Pull up to the telly then I tip the bellhop
This is hip hop
And the beat is the backdrop
Killers gotta tat with a f*cking tear drop
Own a restaurant
Little do they know, the business is a front
Riddle me this,
Why we got an idiot in power with little fists
Blue grass supporters, that's fiddle jizz
F*cking inbred followers are a piece of shit
The weed just hit
Bernie 2020, homie gonna legalize it
When you boomers gonna mother f*cking realize it
Marijuana ain't a drug, don't gotta stigmatize it
My demons be chasing
Don't keep me awake anymore, but show up in my dreams
They try to redeem
I just wanna scream but I don't really want them to leave
I want them to stay
They make me feel safe
They make me feel gay, In a happy way
They make me complete
I just can't compete
I feel like I'm stranded in the street
I'm chasing my demons
I feel like a heathen
I'm starting to hate them
I hate that I chase them
I try to replace them
I start to misplace other angels
All 'cuz of my temptation
There is no alternate variation
My demons and I have a special foundation
But they found a new situation
Writer: Robert Hite
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
