Woke up in Giza, my body covered in ornaments I decided I'ma live my life like it's a tournament
Last time I gave a hug, it was to the porcelain Last time I gave a f*ck, used her chin as an orphanage
Used to be a dork, but then I elevated And I popped a couple quirks like I was celebrating
If my dog ever need me, then I'm never waiting I'm like mixtape Wayne with the dedication
I'm like mixtape Wayne with the medication Bruce Wayne vs. Bane with the medication
Heartbreak, 808s, and that graduation I pray to Ye for salvation at the Thrift and Salvation
Fashion is my fascination I'm in the lab creating shit from straight imagination
Then I grab the pad and it's a sap collaboration It sound like orchids in Japanese vases
You should see it in they faces
This that Smokey Robinson, this that Lionel This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl
This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl This the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they gon' really go outside to
This the kind of shit you gotta picture from the side view This the kind of shit they have a vision to
I can't see them coming down my eyes So I gotta make your moms cry
If I had to choose between yours and mine I'ma choose mine twice
In a tri-colored robe with a cognac, no ice If you can't get the cake, you better run with the slice
If they came with the K's, you better run for your life
Baby, you the one, you the one for the night You wanna go dumb, get numb, take a flight
And I'ma sponsor it If you tryna get out ahead, I need a lot of it
Monsters don't live under your bed, they be on top of it
Confident, I got them in my ocular's These pussies couldn't see me with binoculars
They couldn't be me with disguises Far as regards, you better keep me in the highest
Ate so many beats, now I'm sleeping with the itis I'm 5'3", but she know she's sleeping with a giant, nigga
This that Smokey Robinson, this that Lionel This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl
This the kind of shit you gotta listen to This the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they
Gonna really go outside to This the kind of shit, you gotta picture from
This side view This the kind of shit they have a vision to
This the kind of shit they have a vision to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael
They gon' really go outside to
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Woke up in Giza, my body covered in ornaments I decided I'ma live my life like it's a tournament
Last time I gave a hug, it was to the porcelain Last time I gave a f*ck, used her chin as an orphanage
Used to be a dork, but then I elevated And I popped a couple quirks like I was celebrating
If my dog ever need me, then I'm never waiting I'm like mixtape Wayne with the dedication
I'm like mixtape Wayne with the medication Bruce Wayne vs. Bane with the medication
Heartbreak, 808s, and that graduation I pray to Ye for salvation at the Thrift and Salvation
Fashion is my fascination I'm in the lab creating shit from straight imagination
Then I grab the pad and it's a sap collaboration It sound like orchids in Japanese vases
You should see it in they faces
This that Smokey Robinson, this that Lionel This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl
This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl This the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they gon' really go outside to
This the kind of shit you gotta picture from the side view This the kind of shit they have a vision to
I can't see them coming down my eyes So I gotta make your moms cry
If I had to choose between yours and mine I'ma choose mine twice
In a tri-colored robe with a cognac, no ice If you can't get the cake, you better run with the slice
If they came with the K's, you better run for your life
Baby, you the one, you the one for the night You wanna go dumb, get numb, take a flight
And I'ma sponsor it If you tryna get out ahead, I need a lot of it
Monsters don't live under your bed, they be on top of it
Confident, I got them in my ocular's These pussies couldn't see me with binoculars
They couldn't be me with disguises Far as regards, you better keep me in the highest
Ate so many beats, now I'm sleeping with the itis I'm 5'3", but she know she's sleeping with a giant, nigga
This that Smokey Robinson, this that Lionel This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl
This the kind of shit you gotta listen to This the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they
Gonna really go outside to This the kind of shit, you gotta picture from
This side view This the kind of shit they have a vision to
This the kind of shit they have a vision to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael
They gon' really go outside to
Last time I gave a hug, it was to the porcelain Last time I gave a f*ck, used her chin as an orphanage
Used to be a dork, but then I elevated And I popped a couple quirks like I was celebrating
If my dog ever need me, then I'm never waiting I'm like mixtape Wayne with the dedication
I'm like mixtape Wayne with the medication Bruce Wayne vs. Bane with the medication
Heartbreak, 808s, and that graduation I pray to Ye for salvation at the Thrift and Salvation
Fashion is my fascination I'm in the lab creating shit from straight imagination
Then I grab the pad and it's a sap collaboration It sound like orchids in Japanese vases
You should see it in they faces
This that Smokey Robinson, this that Lionel This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl
This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl This the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they gon' really go outside to
This the kind of shit you gotta picture from the side view This the kind of shit they have a vision to
I can't see them coming down my eyes So I gotta make your moms cry
If I had to choose between yours and mine I'ma choose mine twice
In a tri-colored robe with a cognac, no ice If you can't get the cake, you better run with the slice
If they came with the K's, you better run for your life
Baby, you the one, you the one for the night You wanna go dumb, get numb, take a flight
And I'ma sponsor it If you tryna get out ahead, I need a lot of it
Monsters don't live under your bed, they be on top of it
Confident, I got them in my ocular's These pussies couldn't see me with binoculars
They couldn't be me with disguises Far as regards, you better keep me in the highest
Ate so many beats, now I'm sleeping with the itis I'm 5'3", but she know she's sleeping with a giant, nigga
This that Smokey Robinson, this that Lionel This the kind of shit you gotta listen to on vinyl
This the kind of shit you gotta listen to This the kind of shit you gotta listen to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael This the kind of shit that they
Gonna really go outside to This the kind of shit, you gotta picture from
This side view This the kind of shit they have a vision to
This the kind of shit they have a vision to
This that Rick James, bitch, this that Michael
They gon' really go outside to
Writer: ignacio garcia
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