Lyrics:
like a bank, I make deposits
Only fly niggas overwhelmed by their closet
Dollars like a deacon and shit, I got 'em for profit
Game like rips in my
Cleaning out my closet found a couple memories
Burn them in the fire throw away the misery
I love you
I hate you
I would never bait you
I just wanted to save
)
But I immediately gotta spit him out of my mouth
Because he is nasty as fuck
Yuck
Next time you speak about somebody's stans
Please assure, that
Write it down
And set it on fire
My thoughts and this world
Watch it blaze and let em go
Cleaning out dish in the sink
Next Im on the stage in
Bittersweet world
With closets full of skeletons
I'm a bittersweet girl
Demons out to get me as I stand alone
Big bopper, told your bitch I can't stop her
She got the moves, yeah I'm cooking up the Whopper
I clean her up, like I'm cleaning out my locker-
Be
God )
But I immediately gotta spit him out of my mouth
Because he is nasty as fuck
Yuck
Next time you speak about somebody's stans
Please assure, that
you out of my head
But I'm right back here again
Lost it in the corner of the closet
Lost it in the corner of the closet
I'll make it right
I'm lonely with my pillow
Your car's not in the drive way
Clothes ain't in the closet
Girl I'm broken hearted
Come and find me 'cause
the look on my face
And still it's only the light from the closet
And Number of the Beast is on your Walkman
And page eleven's gone, see that it's
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
One: Nick]
Yo' the freaks come out at night
I'm like Houdini with the magic stick
When you turn out the lights
Shawty grippin' my stomach tighter
Cleaning out my closet can fill a u-haul
Hook
Woo
Put on my fellas
Designed myself Martin Margiela
Woo
Martin Margiela, I don’t give a fuck about what
remember all the words by heart
I sing along much better
Than I ever did before
And it's never
No, it's never felt so good
Cleaning out the closet
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
stuffed
That's just what I get for going out of my way
Trying to give niggas advice when my life is not okay
Nevertheless, somebody's closet needs cleaning
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
spittin' before my mother's water broke it's not even close you bitch I'm by far the goat
Gen Zers actin' like rap experts zip up your gaps and close your
And if you can't keep
You'll scream this out loud
It's rain
And it's cleaning my soul
Washing down the inside
Melting down the dark side
The only thing
records out my record shop
To my record selling out the record shop
That's a paradox like a pair of yachts
Is it real?
Is it fake?
I woke up,
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
talkin to you, esse.
We got a border in order to keep you out,
It's what my NYU essay's about
Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
Molested by my
And you thought
That I cared
All of this time
Did the work
Yeah it hurt
But I'm doing just fine
I cleaned up
Cleared some space
Got you out of my mind
(Oh)
If i were a tiger
Oh ma, what I tiger I’d be
Spend all day
In the shade
Of a baobab tree
Cleaning my claws
And putting my paws
Where I please
Oh,
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