The Summer Single

My main goal is to blow up And then act like I don't know nobody We're back all four of us Fucking on a bitch like she eighty Beating on a bitch like she bop it Blowing on a bitch like a blow up doll Slurping on a bitch like an Icee Donating to breast cancer charity Getting vasectomy for the ladies Praising a woman like our lord and savior- Respecting a woman like a human What's up y'all it's the fools vs the fame Got more fan girls than Timmy Chalamet No we're not the same we've got different names We're more midwest than Raising Cane's Nobody believed me when I said we're gonna blow up Released a single album now everybody knows us Sipping on boba never watching Roma Replacing my Mercedes that got taken by the tow truck Yeah bitch, the next drinks on me No, yeah, no, like literally You spilled it all over my fucking suit What the fuck are you doing dude You don't seem to understand who I am I'm a way bigger name than you man That drink was barely even worth my time God you always seem to fucking whine You're a way bigger name than me huh Seems you're a few inches short bruh Probably allergic to peanuts With a little eeny meeny ass penis You can't talk about my dick like that That kinda talk will get you fucking capped And I know you don't want like any of that So you need to get off my fucking back What do you mean I've been acting different I think that means I've got no time for your shit People been saying I've been pulling them down While I'm still here, still holding my crown Y'all will never amount to anything useful My wealth expands to the size of a poolful Swim through that shit like Scrooge McDuck And you'll be here not making a buck Fuck you fools better Fuck you fools better Fuck you fools better Fuck you fools better L + Ratio L + Ratio L + Ratio L + Ratio As of late, I've been feeling villainous Hoping one day I'll catch syphilis Maybe by then I'll be chivalrous But I'm not there yet, so suck on this Sprechers all over my fucking shit God, fucking, damn it I should have you hung for the shit you did Hope you enjoy being castrated Once I'm through with your loose lips You'll be lucky to even see your kids You even lay a finger on me And I'll give you an icepick lobotomy Is that a fucking threat Yes it fucking is No- no you can't do that I know I- I can do- Do you know who I am Do you know who I am Dude, I've worked with Liquid Famous I've worked with Liquid Famous, he ain't shit compared to me Bro, if anyone's better than Liquid Famous it's me fuck you No- Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you On the night June 7th The Fools and I exit St. Vinnie's club Halfway out of our minds, but gooning as usual The city has been spinning for a while now but we lean on each other's shoulders to keep steady Trying to resist falling into the endlessly spiraling void that surrounds us The sounds of muffled car horns fill the space between us and the nearest porch light As we stumble forward jolly as a drunken sea captain's crew I catch a glint of something in my peripheral I turn my head and squint Beginning to make out what might be an Auntie Anne's gift card Underneath the last gaslit street lamp in Chicago Immediately, I bolt towards the light, the other fools not far behind me However when we get there I find my original conception to be a false one As what lays on the ground is not the guarantee of free food for which I had hoped Instead, there lay two tarot cards The star and the fool Between them rests a single interrogative note written in an aged silver ink "Which one will you be" Did we just write the song of the summer