In Fantasy I Trust

Yeah Tears running down In fantasy I trust Heaven where I'm from You stay away from us In fantasy I trust, get your head bust It's the ex-surgeon in the cuts Silver angel will do what he must Sword keeps you motherfucking frozen, froze up Hold it to the head, fucking pose I ain't worried 'bout it (Hey!) Bitches, uh, get the fuck up out my face Different shades on Dragging on that motherfucking cloud While I'm running checks Gatekeepin' all night, pistol out It's that silver motherfucking angel with a knife, tell 'em Lie through the head Feet bloody red Feet in this water, callin' me to bed Lie through the head Feet bloody red Feet in this water, callin' me to bed It's that-, It's that angel with a gun Holy money why you 'sus? Countin' money if you got it Now they say, "Y'all fuckers better run" I ain't playing with you busta motherfucker Even when I'm having fun Bitch, so y'all motherfuckers better run It's that prince with a sword Countin' money even in the morn' I'm stuck killin' demons They bitches, yeah they have me bored I'm in the forest Up in there, I'm an angel Bitch I'm not a tourist Stop in my heaven, smokin' on that fentanyl Tears running down In fantasy I trust Heaven where I'm from You stay away from us