Beatle's Christ Video (MV)

I keep on writing these love songs
I feel them deep in my head
We f*cking smoking we so gone
Floating thinking we dead

Grass, gucci, women, homies, seven nights
For Beatles Christ
Had it since 11 right
Crossanova feather lite
Floating dubs and feather white
Feeling southern power surging power
Get me louder get me cheddar life
Sipping the syrum indebted and sliced
Tougher than doobie lover mother rice
Turning joy into blues
Winter nights
Notable Papers Doctor like Phil of rights
Ain't no civil sights
Vanity struck maybe Phil alright
He was living life
Boating til 66 1925
Then Slipped in some Gucci slides
Whipping fixing 55
Slipping dripping slipping slides
We educated we dignified
On that never lie
Peter panning never life
Go Slip inside
And go sip the high
That's Beatles Christ got him deified

I keep on writing these love songs
They chilling deep in my head
We f*cking smoking we so gone
Floating thinking we dead

Oh I love your smile
Some Anarchists
On addy bitch
We finicky
And fly out the shits
Get sadness
But we balance it
With adderall
Start rapping shit
Saw seven shades no cabinets

Oh I love your smile
Wake in cold sweats
Didn't do it yet
Am I newly wed
Nah I'm 19 need to catch my breath
And I'm high key
Smoking feeling dead
Where my gang gang
In my f*cking head

My literature litty
Go F*ck up your city
The Upper west side On the roof Smoking fifty
On that f*cking dealer shit
Come and get me
Whipping soprano like Maz and Andretti
Spit and it pause
This shit pretty heavy
Never defeated
You fair weather maybe
I want the money that May see
I flip my crib for a baby

I spit the truth and I lose you
I spit the youth and I lose me

It feel so rare these days
Ain't cut my hair these days
Stay in my cave these days
Look for my angel praise
I f*cked up on my own
I made my brain enslaved

Weed in my lungs cause it sooth me
Brain tripping numb paper loosely
I cannot find what you see
And I cannot lose me
I cannot lose me

Dear beetles Christ
Are we dead?