Cicada

Girl I got Satan in my lens Drink until I make no sense Playboy bunny hop my fence It's always sunny in Cult land Girl I got God dancing on my ice Boy got hit, he paid the price Dark silhouette move through the night Sweet and sour drip, put it on my rice Since you touched down, I made no plans Blame it on us being just friends I don't want love, oh no romance If I can't have you, I want your friends Girl I got you tangled in my vice A little head and shoulders would be nice I knew you lived a separate life Come get loose and pay your tithes Too much weak shit around my throne I like to feed it to my foes Tell em everything must go Nigga I get it on my own Everything I do is just to tease Strip it strip it baby please Come and put my mind at ease Fuck me til I am deceased Please hit me up I might be someone you trust preferably I'll make a fan It's always sunny in Cult land I put her in furs, hermes My trinkets are cold, hold that Surf on my wave, fantastic You drowned again? That's tragic I don't touch the ground I'm lost, don't wanna be found I made the devil blush But keep it on the hush Too much weak shit around my throne I like to feed it to my foes Tell em everything must go Nigga I get it on my own Forty on the dash Bible in my hand I do what i want You do what you can Shit ain't hard as it seem Dirty money, nigga turned clean Bought an ugly bitch a ghost Raised her self-esteem Lil bitch, lil bitch I'm a star