CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 34.0522°N
(Verse 1)
So 80 can you really spit? That’s a question for your girl who really likes this sh*t, that's a question for the world meanwhile you cry in it, as the depression swallows whole your life and pride with it
(Verse 2)
Swear I could die with this, no Clinton I ain’t lyin b*t*h, grab your Lewinski and Epstein, and get clean, before the 1% blast you within a jet stream, I’m in La what a place to get re-reflecting, I feel like jimmy and Carl before they met sheen
(Verse 3)
The skin before all the cocoa butter and hemp sheen, I hear relenting, among my brothers, siblings sisters becoming mothers, say it won’t happen to them until they become the others, I’m in the suburbs, dunkaroos in my f**king cupboard, this ain’t religion, call me different or call me Hubbard, it ain’t the summer, working weekends a f**king bummer, might get her number, f**k her later but never love her, I’ll never cuff her
(Verse 4)
Probably cause I could never trust her, she know I’m lying, cause she know she can find another, I ain’t no buster, hot dog toppings without the mustard, the strength I muster, muster the strength, they said I’m always only singing, I come for they heads, they said it’s bars I’m only bringing, find comfort in this, they say I’m harder than some gingerbread left by the sink, I get it tatted on my wrist with some very rare ink
So 80 can you really spit? That’s a question for your girl who really likes this sh*t, that's a question for the world meanwhile you cry in it, as the depression swallows whole your life and pride with it
(Verse 2)
Swear I could die with this, no Clinton I ain’t lyin b*t*h, grab your Lewinski and Epstein, and get clean, before the 1% blast you within a jet stream, I’m in La what a place to get re-reflecting, I feel like jimmy and Carl before they met sheen
(Verse 3)
The skin before all the cocoa butter and hemp sheen, I hear relenting, among my brothers, siblings sisters becoming mothers, say it won’t happen to them until they become the others, I’m in the suburbs, dunkaroos in my f**king cupboard, this ain’t religion, call me different or call me Hubbard, it ain’t the summer, working weekends a f**king bummer, might get her number, f**k her later but never love her, I’ll never cuff her
(Verse 4)
Probably cause I could never trust her, she know I’m lying, cause she know she can find another, I ain’t no buster, hot dog toppings without the mustard, the strength I muster, muster the strength, they said I’m always only singing, I come for they heads, they said it’s bars I’m only bringing, find comfort in this, they say I’m harder than some gingerbread left by the sink, I get it tatted on my wrist with some very rare ink
