Lyrics:
I'm winning the space race
Shoes on my feet, do-don't need a display case
Look at my teeth, could call me a brace face
Listen to me and you'll never
I’d rather coat myself in metal
‘Cause sugar is washable
Sugar can’t preserve youth
Each palate has different hues
Like plastic in a display case
chickens
His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
Gems in the display case, call it
On display
In this case
In this cage
Light weight
If I may
Come on out
On display
In this case
In this cage
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me let me leave reality
chickens
His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
Gems in the display case, call it
Exquisite dead guy
Rotating in his display case
Exquisite dead guy
Swear I saw his mouth move
Exquisite dead guy
Outside my high rise
stored in our gun cabinet
Take 'em out the display case and get active if there's static
Each bar an arrow, well crafted
When I let you borrow, I knew I
face
So surprised she stares out from her display case
face
So surprised she stares out from her display case
the curious girl with that look on her face
So surprised she stares out from her display cases
a display, nigga (yeah)
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
Bet, bet, nigga leakin' on his sheets (pow, pow)
That's the shit I get when I get
Hey Mr. Dancin
My drink is on a short leash
My mouth is a coldsore display case
Here's a tip - you could take a lot of abuse if you exchange your
call balls for my display case
Now walk away and save face fuck the beef even you belive it ain't needed
I know that deep down you respect me 'cause you
everyone but me
For everyone but me
I'm an attraction now
My display case
Keeps me satisfied
But the inside condensates
Calling me crass now
Because I act
Bury treasures
In your glass
Number of your kind
Has been categorized
With your first cry
In a glass-case
In the display case
Pinned and saved
single move
She could be a gymnast or just a hypnotist
She's got a display case at the Louvre
She shakes the hands of all those who insist
Seeing her
buried in the food court
Of an 80s-era mall
But I can't see past the display case
My memories never got tall
I'm getting tired of telling the truth
When
the type of lines for tracing, the kind eyes stay in
Mami gotta be designed to start a conversation
Body fine, it need to be inside display cases
Far from
I went to Florence to get a new brain
And wash away the signs of some neurotics months
A display case filled with paradox and whores
And while I'm
confined I need some space
You took my heart right out of the display case
I'm true to all the words I spoke right to your face
Now I can't open up again I
Me and my chums
Champion sound
Champion sound
We gon' be crowned
We gon' be crowned
Champion sound champion sound
Champion cups in my display cases
terrors inside display cases
War paint for the tribe
Unsure if his way of life will survive
Low and behold a battle with bad habits
Brewing since he took
I'm losing my mind everyday
Shits lookin cliche trynna put my life on replay
So I sit here lookin like a display case
Trying to make some space
I
And the mirror and display case too
It seems sad that things should come to this pass
But who knows, I mean, it's good for me and it might be good for you
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