Lyrics:
sitting in this
Taco bell for 12 hours
It's only been one but my minutes growing like flowers
I'm ashy underneath these itchy ass work clothes
Cause my
you through
Took me long enough, now what's a guy to do
Underneath the clothes, the music and the skin
There's a beating heart we don't need keys
Bag a dime piece bringing back bad hoez
Fendi , Louis v, or celine stitched on my clothes
Settled underneath the icy cross rosegold
I don't care to know
Pictures with no atmosphere
No clothes on underneath
You don't know what I'm talking about
So you smile through your teeth
You make me chew
Got pricked by a needle hiding in a hay barrel
Hey Carol
Thank you for the cornbread
While your husband gone fishing
I could use some more head
Less is
and my neck on froze
Palm angels wrote on all of these clothes
Off white glow underneath my sole
All these diamonds complement this gold
Let's go
Got ice
the likes and the views, so prideful
I live by the words, if you know you know
So that's my lingo, my medicine, my special code
So if you ain't with my fam
All it take
Was some believing
Look inside
My eyes
I been crying underneath it
I cant wait to get this close
Make my way right passed
These clothes
Its
goes to hell
Throw my clothes out in the street
And hang me on your wall
cause everyone's in ecstasy
Underneath it all
And everybody's lonely
No one
of suburban retreats
With the glass floor underneath I know your bones from your heart
To your shoulder like the clothes in your drawers
And the moments in
gold and expensive clothes
Bunch of fast cars bitches from the centerfolds
Soul got bigger goals wealth, legacy, and hits composed
Keep on workin'
'round nude
I got piss all over my clothes
at least we can keep each other in line
Do you hear the sound of the geese with helicopters underneath?
Animals
We talkin' big money
The Hellcat make a lot of noise
Sound like a Glock shot your man
He talk a lot of shit but he a broke fuck
Sendin' opps
We've been sinking slowly
While vultures watch
I've been stuck by roses
Underneath my eyes
I won't fold so easily
You're staring in through
He said I used to watch you one by one sneak under my gate
But I'd let ya'll play till your momma's said it was getting late
I'd come out a hollerin'
and recreate it piece
By piece you stand the same way and
Wear the same clothes but you don't see
The desperation and frustration underneath
The pose the real
Tasting her, tasting you
You feel like the god of all love
Young women fall and die at your feet
One by one you will savage them all
She licks you
We just wishin' on the ghetto stars
Money, clothes, hoes and cars
Ridin' dirty in my city streets
Blowin' half a O and go and chase my dreams
Yeah,
Think long and hard conjure her up in
Your mind what would Heather say?
What is her final statement to a cold
Uncaring planet?
"Dear world
Think, long and hard
Conjure her up in your mind
What would she say?
What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?
"Dear world
WHY NOBODY EVER TOLD ME
ABOUT THE UPSIDE OF LONELY
I DROP MY DIRTY CLOTHES RIGHT IN THE FLORR
I LET THE TRASH PILE UP BY THE DOOR
I EAT PIZZA
Always thought I'd win
Would've never believed it 'till I saw it that day
Underneath your clothes
And I'm sorry I looked at it
Long days alone
Never
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