HIGHEST_CUISINE
Eyka
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Yo, so what the f*ck is this I'm gone for a minute and y'all already need more hits Well, don't worry 'cause this my specialty Get in line so, so you can suck my dick And don't panic it's organic Made of natural fabric Gluten-free and you can trust me I got no shit on me But I got you, aw Just kidding, I don't want you, nah Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with F*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss I'm a kid making the highest cuisine Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with F*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss I'm a kid making the highest cuisine, ay Get out of my ride, 'cause you fucking with the vibe You been talking way too much, yeah, get yo' ass outside And I am getting mad, yeah, don't worry I'll be fine I don't even know how to drive, but whatever these are bars (Bars, bars, bars) Pull up to the fashion show with my flip flops Pimp gloss, oh my god, look he got supreme on? I'm getting wet, look at him mom She say "you look so cute", I'm like thanks I like dudes now Yah, I don't give a single f*ck about my image You can comment 'bout my life, this is fire innit Motherfucker, you can blow me like confetti That's a stolen line but whatever now I made it My own, Imma ghost you bitch get lost F*ck it up, take my loan, so I'll f*ck you later on Your bitch moan on my throne, yeah, you getting thrown, bitch Get out of my zone 'cause you ain't welcome Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with F*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss I'm a kid making the highest cuisine Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with F*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss I'm a kid making the highest cuisine, ay Esto no tiene sentido, todo esta perdido Me doy vuelta y solo miro gente sin comer y luego me retiro Hipócrita es lo mio, somos todos fríos Me vine a la ciudad y ahora me persigo, confundido Que no se que hacer, que no lo ves? Se esta muriendo y nos quedamos con el cel, esto no puede ser Ya no existe el placer, todos queremos el poder Pero somos numerarios con una razón de ser Trabajar, producir, consumir, reprimir para no sentir, ansiedad, te deprimís Clonazepam para dormir, drogas para sentir, llenar el vacio de existir En el limbo no puedo salir, ya no quiero seguir Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah
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