whoseURS. - PRETENSE. Lyrics

Yall in my way
Everybody wanna cop my wave
Everybody wanna dig my grave
Everybody wanna walk this way
No Aerosmith or DMC
We f*cking up like the DNC
Gonna bern em cuz I'm the peoples champ
Swing with the right sip with my left
Sit with the chef We cooking up
They look at us we get it rough
We grimy f*cks I'm getting drunk
When I roll up you outta luck
You outta bars driving in the snow
I'm autobahn out of control
I'm finna bomb like Kaufman dude
You just suck and out of tune

Pack these rappers lunches
I send em off to school
English they never aced it
Now I gotta teach em to
They living in my basement
I kick em out the house
Break their clouts to give em something just to rap about

See me drinking with the wine moms
Homies smoking out the fire bong
In the whip that's my song
Gonna make it go viral
Fish tail in a spiral
That's why we driving with the brights on
Gonna f*ck her with the lights on
Cowboy wearing rhinestones

Make the game wear a saddle
My girl Roman with the sandals
On the road we were vandals
We still dodging all the scandals
20 now still a rascal
Desert boy with the mezcal
Eyes wide shut with the mask on
Kubrick that's a godsend
Lubitsch causing trouble
Id F*ck Greta Garbo
That's what I learned in film school
That and my reels to real too
Dont be begging me for sequels
Cut you out in the sequence
F*ck you here's a reason
I make art not a pretense