The Summer Single

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Parliament of Fools

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My main goal is to blow up
And then act like I don't know nobody

We're back all four of us

Fucking on a bitch like she eighty
Beating on a bitch like she bop it
Blowing on a bitch like a blow up doll
Slurping on a bitch like an Icee
Donating to breast cancer charity
Getting vasectomy for the ladies
Praising a woman like our lord and savior-
Respecting a woman like a human
What's up y'all it's the fools vs the fame
Got more fan girls than Timmy Chalamet
No we're not the same we've got different names
We're more midwest than Raising Cane's
Nobody believed me when I said we're gonna blow up
Released a single album now everybody knows us
Sipping on boba never watching Roma
Replacing my Mercedes that got taken by the tow truck

Yeah bitch, the next drinks on me
No, yeah, no, like literally
You spilled it all over my fucking suit
What the f*ck are you doing dude
You don't seem to understand who I am
I'm a way bigger name than you man
That drink was barely even worth my time
God you always seem to fucking whine
You're a way bigger name than me huh
Seems you're a few inches short bruh
Probably allergic to peanuts
With a little eeny meeny ass penis
You can't talk about my dick like that
That kinda talk will get you fucking capped
And I know you don't want like any of that
So you need to get off my fucking back

What do you mean I've been acting different
I think that means I've got no time for your shit
People been saying I've been pulling them down
While I'm still here, still holding my crown
Y'all will never amount to anything useful
My wealth expands to the size of a poolful
Swim through that shit like Scrooge McDuck
And you'll be here not making a buck
F*ck you fools better
F*ck you fools better
F*ck you fools better
F*ck you fools better
L + Ratio
L + Ratio
L + Ratio
L + Ratio
As of late, I've been feeling villainous
Hoping one day I'll catch syphilis
Maybe by then I'll be chivalrous
But I'm not there yet, so suck on this

Sprechers all over my fucking shit
God, fucking, damn it
I should have you hung for the shit you did
Hope you enjoy being castrated
Once I'm through with your loose lips
You'll be lucky to even see your kids
You even lay a finger on me
And I'll give you an icepick lobotomy
Is that a fucking threat
Yes it fucking is
No- no you can't do that
I know I- I can do-
Do you know who I am
Do you know who I am
Dude, I've worked with Liquid Famous
I've worked with Liquid Famous, he ain't shit compared to me
Bro, if anyone's better than Liquid Famous it's me f*ck you
No-
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you

On the night June 7th The Fools and I exit St. Vinnie's club
Halfway out of our minds, but gooning as usual
The city has been spinning for a while now but we lean on each other's shoulders to keep steady
Trying to resist falling into the endlessly spiraling void that surrounds us
The sounds of muffled car horns fill the space between us and the nearest porch light
As we stumble forward jolly as a drunken sea captain's crew
I catch a glint of something in my peripheral
I turn my head and squint
Beginning to make out what might be an Auntie Anne's gift card
Underneath the last gaslit street lamp in Chicago
Immediately, I bolt towards the light, the other fools not far behind me
However when we get there I find my original conception to be a false one
As what lays on the ground is not the guarantee of free food for which I had hoped
Instead, there lay two tarot cards
The star and the fool
Between them rests a single interrogative note written in an aged silver ink
"Which one will you be"

Did we just write the song of the summer

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