Lyrics

Walk into the party and I see a girl eying me Walk into the party like I'm anti sobriety Walk into the party and I lose my anxiety I'm tryna find the sign up for the dead poets society Girl said I should see a therapist they couldn't quiet me Ironic I'm a rapper and I don't understand irony Probably won't pop out but I like that you invited me They say money talks all my stocks are saying hi to me Your money speaks silently Charlie Chaplin Only multiply don't fuck with subtraction You know it's different when you wake up feeling gifted Cus you know she fucking with it early morning she a bad one I used to think my hair was magic like Samson I used to have the slide-out keyboard on my Samsung I was busy getting pennies Mr.Krabs shit You could never ever get my sauce plankton Like Sandy with cheeks though Maxgotthetracks chilling on the beach tho In summer yeah in Puerto Rico Don't fuck with you got them cheat codes And you a hacker you a slacker Motherfucker I'm a packer Cus I get the fucking bag then I bag her I ain't got no time to be a fucking bagger
Writer(s): Maximillian Armitage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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