Lyrics

(Very well) (I shall send you to heaven before I send you to hell) Sound like Ke$ha Wake up, brush my teeth with some bottled pressure Said it's special Many times, I heard that one before, I'm thinking lesser And I just clocked in, where the fuck we at? Throw a pity party for ourselves, well let me at 'em, lovely Fiction victims what I struck me as If it's not vivid then I'm seething He don't see his own plank, does he? Get me started, y'all annoying, bored as Pinterest At Biergärten, like boy point to where the pitcher is Rest my case, case and point, another day Baby, how far can I take this morbid longing for the picturesque C'est la vie to my flings Da Vinci with these wings This machine gon' take me higher, ain't no Icarus Chianti for my juice Fava beans, Hannibal He I eat, busy tryn' find out where his liver is Tommy tee, Tommy shoes Tommy briefs, Tommy Cruise High as Burj Khalifa, tryn' find out when this mission ends Look at me, look at you Then back to me, then back to you Then circle back and please address, just what the difference? 'Steem of self look kinda shoddy, you should lift it (yeah, you should lift it) Strictly business, trade my bitch out for a lift kit (for a lift kit) Teddy John, do mathematics Every song, a bomb I planted Every pond I swam and step in, been the big fish (I been the biggest) Every shot made in the dark, I had to risk it (I had to risk it) Spilling Chardonnay on carpet, I forbid it (do not do that) Both my hands hold two Modelos All them puppets, string like cello I won't ever play Coachella, fuck a rich kid, I said Fuck a rich boy, die hen Clucking chickens, behead Go light the incense before we make a kid Been sinful, I repent Heat seeker, so don't sweat Beer goggles, she a ten No cigar, not convinced Seethe lately, was I then? See through 'em, Poseiden C paper, I'ma slap my english teacher with a band Tee tucked inside the denim D. Beckham how I bend 'em Green bud, my blood type venom G-night punk, it's time for bed (night, night) Boogieman, I'm on yo' ass Burning man it, drop a tab Homies turning like they went and copped a wrench Beast of Burden, heavy racks Peep the furnace, turn 'em ash Bed is burning, too much body heat Gon' tip this off the edge Get me started, y'all annoying, bored as Pinterest At Biergärten, like boy point to where the pitcher is Rest my case, case and point, another day Baby, how far can I take this morbid longing for the picturesque C'est la vie to my flings Da Vinci with these wings This machine gon' take me higher, ain't no Icarus Chianti for my juice Fava beans, Hannibal He I eat, busy tryn' find out where his liver is Tommy tee, Tommy shoes Tommy briefs, Tommy Cruise High as Burj Khalifa, tryn' find out when this mission ends Look at me, look at you Then back to me, then back to you Then circle back and please address, just what the difference?
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