rectangle lens

[Intro]

(SURF GANG, bitch)

[Verse]

We up to feeding on crumbs from off of the plate

They even begin to build up, first you gotta break

Got third-degree burn, went up real quick in the ranks

I learned if it's understood, then I ain't gon' say it

They forecast a summer of bullshit that's on the way

I had to lever a pulley, lift a lil' weight

Had to put up a few bushels of it for later

I'm mashin' my motherfuckin' foot down in a Mercedes

They got the white girl at the cookout with 'em today, mm

Couple hundred of nothin', feel numb, it fill up your face

When push come to shove, we makin' the bag shake

Like what's really good with us, am I in the way?

I want nothin' for you but fullness, full stop, baby

You gotta get pulled apart before it could start to change

I'm movin' without mistakes throughout the dark place

Know that this ain't love, but I ain't gon' waste it

I'm just gon' give it straight to you, no chaser

Just gave the Amex to my old lady

She came rectangle lenses with gold frames

My heart still a silver, chrome case

I had wide-open gills for the flood-face

Know this shit get realer every day

I know that this ain't love, but that's okay

[Outro]

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