CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Devil Wrote These
Agh, agh, haha, ayy
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
Call me a shrink, her pu**y so pink, it reminds me of Sakura tree (Tree)
My heart so breezy, make green like it's kiwi, but my demons talkin' to me (Ayy)
He wanna be me but f**ker, that ain't too easy
I cut him up like lychee and, b*t*h, I'm blowin' on seaweed
I told her to slump on my bed, she felt the lump on my leg
These boys ain't heard of me yet but now I'm cuttin' they necks
Like ma**acre, after her, I shoot at your family, what a ma**acre
Smashin' her like Gallagher
Never runnin' out of ammo, b*t*h I got scavenger
Pistol whip, bust yo lip
Don't need me a strap, my blade is Excalibur
Designer metal, you get the gist
Sometimes the devil need therapist
So, call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
I don't want to kill them yet, in Hell we don't have Internet
LSD, my brain so free, please brand me with your cigarettes
Ayy, sneak in the bushes, I hope you overlookin'
All these officers crooked, I make 'em swallow my urine (Oh, right?)
Anarchy on me, it's tatted on my neck, w**** (B*t*h)
Depression all in me, I feel like f**kin' Eeyore (B*t*h)
And I don't got no paper, I'm finna f**k an e-w**** (B*t*h)
I walk in the bank with tape on my chest, it's C4 (Okay)
She archin' her back, my d**k makin' her look like Igor (Okay)
Pu**y wanna hate, I'm shootin' him in a skiboard
B*t*h, I rock like Metallica, shoot just like Galaga
Neck on Canada, high on salvia
Nascar the devil, I'm practicin' Black Magic-uh
Barrel in my mouth, I'm eatin' the .50 caliber (Ayy)
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
Call me a shrink, her pu**y so pink, it reminds me of Sakura tree (Tree)
My heart so breezy, make green like it's kiwi, but my demons talkin' to me (Ayy)
He wanna be me but f**ker, that ain't too easy
I cut him up like lychee and, b*t*h, I'm blowin' on seaweed
I told her to slump on my bed, she felt the lump on my leg
These boys ain't heard of me yet but now I'm cuttin' they necks
Like ma**acre, after her, I shoot at your family, what a ma**acre
Smashin' her like Gallagher
Never runnin' out of ammo, b*t*h I got scavenger
Pistol whip, bust yo lip
Don't need me a strap, my blade is Excalibur
Designer metal, you get the gist
Sometimes the devil need therapist
So, call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
I don't want to kill them yet, in Hell we don't have Internet
LSD, my brain so free, please brand me with your cigarettes
Ayy, sneak in the bushes, I hope you overlookin'
All these officers crooked, I make 'em swallow my urine (Oh, right?)
Anarchy on me, it's tatted on my neck, w**** (B*t*h)
Depression all in me, I feel like f**kin' Eeyore (B*t*h)
And I don't got no paper, I'm finna f**k an e-w**** (B*t*h)
I walk in the bank with tape on my chest, it's C4 (Okay)
She archin' her back, my d**k makin' her look like Igor (Okay)
Pu**y wanna hate, I'm shootin' him in a skiboard
B*t*h, I rock like Metallica, shoot just like Galaga
Neck on Canada, high on salvia
Nascar the devil, I'm practicin' Black Magic-uh
Barrel in my mouth, I'm eatin' the .50 caliber (Ayy)
