No sleeper seats, that's a mattress
No sleeper seats, that's a mattress
You ain't stingy, split your tablets with me
You won't flinch when camera flashing, flashing
Not fake laidback, no it's natural
And I think you made for the life I lead
I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick
That kinda coughin' don't need lean, rest in peace
Got this lust for life
Horny for the game
First they kiss, then they bite soft
Then that bitch wanna play it off
Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes
Where serpents shake, some brand new scales
I need a new face, I'm tired of these weirdos
Acting familiar, took all the rock
And turned it to pop, they think that they Elvis
Plenty ungrateful, they don't say thank you
They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions
Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my deal
Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds
Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers
Forty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet
That cost a whop, that cost a whopper
And it ain't new, I had to knot at John Ehret in my locker
Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill
It's either real or real
Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field
Skin hot, when they try me like them poppers feel
Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels sky, rocket fuel
Quit being violent with me
Quit being violent with me
Quit being violent with me
You make me violent
My room, my room, my room with me
Every night you were in my room
My room, my room with me
I guess I can't state my feelings too soon
I don't know you
And I can't put no threats in the air
compositores: Christopher Breaux, Michael Uzowuru
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