Lyrics:
said, "Let's have a freaky, freaky, freaky type experience,
That's very diff-er-ent,
That's so magnificent."
She had a bad, bad bitch named
the hell you cuff her
Only cuff I put on bitches ferragamo buckles
Only cuff I put on bitches ferragamo buckles
My mama such a christian how'd I end up
again.
Take a pill, and I'll pretend my mental illness has an end.
I learn to live with it.
My life's a counterfeit made up of shared experience that I
said, "Let's have a freaky, freaky, freaky type experience,
That's very diff-er-ent,
That's so magnificent."
She had a bad, bad bitch named
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
a WizKid
Already said that i gotta back track
Move that to next track yeah
And everybody knows that I’m back in black
Like Im a part of the
DONDA experience
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
Verse two, switch it up mid-way
I walk around like everything is a-okay
I try to make a band by the end of the day
Seven days later and I'm still an 8th
favorite show
You booked a hike out by your place
Whipped a blanket out and two White Claws
It was just our second date
But I was terrified of missing you
I
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
what's the difference between fake friends and composite dentures, nothing! I date a Celeb and her fans come by extension, didn't mention that it meant
bruh? Ugh
I'm over it, no really, I am
Mrs. Baird and Ms. Vogler, hope they bumping my jams
Mrs. Nuteson, Mrs. Snelten, Mrs. Casey, my fam
My friends
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
The lesson of love, the struggle for you
Struggled with harm, against myself
Myself told it was only mental health
Shared my experience with the drugs
doing
The plans already in motion
And by the end of the night
I'm gonna have you soaking
Baby, Fuck a date
Maybe we can mediate
Take you to a higher place
heart?
Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinkin' to myself, hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinkin' by myself,
or other place
Some would say experience
Can never be replaced
Seems to me that as the years go by
More questions than the answers come to mind
And so it is
The ones that everlasted not the ones that end with a bang
Grannies holding hands with grandpas, Hello Mr. Wang
Thank you for everything you've done, you're
Hello USA, how was your day?
Did you make lots of money, did you practice your aim? (good job)
Hello senator, how'd you sleep last night?
Does
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
ends meet
Tryna feed the family
Focusing on what I need
Ignoring the newsfeed
This piece of paper will get me what I need
Worked hard for this degree
Shannon Adler said "Heroes are born"
Well Mrs. Adler, you're wrong
Heroes are developed through there reactions to there circumstances
Hero's are made by
I need to vent
And try to empty my head
Capacity past the maximum
Access to the exits is inadequate
And it's hazardous
How'd it even happen is
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