歌词
VERSE 1
Thanks to makeup most girls could be the same
Same Coke bottle shape and content only difference the name
And they like \"I\'m just giving my face some pep, see?
Next she can\'t leave the house unless she
Looks like her favorite IG celebrity
Hashtag self love but self esteem steadily
Going down now she can\'t even bare to stare
At the mirror once all that\'s there\'s a face that\'s clear
Face her fears? Her only fear\'s the fear of rejection
Rather risk death than live with the scar from a C-section
Cos a bikini body cannot be over estimated
Got a master\'s in math but her mind still so not educated
She\'s rode on every wave that leads anywhere but where she needs to go
Feasts her eyes, but scraps is what she feeds her soul
Name’s on a need to know, profile is private classified
But if you got a private jet her private\'s set for a ride
VERSE 2
Wishes were horses to this Yoruba Demon
Pegasus white trad as he rode over women
A pro at deceiving them
with illusions of destination weddings and Oruka singing
A wiz on work days, star boy during weekends
Got chick\'s knees & resolves duly weakened
Top of his game his fame? truly peaking
In the Prime of a life you’d kill just to peek in
Picking and sticking pricking any pikin
Acupunctured conscience—he can’t feel it pricking
Variety his spice–– blackberry, butter, pecan,
Vanilla, chocolate, slim or fat–– he’s thick skinned
Seeking new pleasure dives led him in the deep end
Bini babes who mixed ménages with freaking demons
Moan incantations with his groans cum terrified screaming
Weeping as the whippings made this jock off—and not just his semen
Written by: DaSuKi
