[Verse 1]
I'm in Vegas, no fallout
If you fuck around, you gon’ find out
On so much smoke, you got dry mouth
And you stuck in a hole, you gotta climb out
Donuts in the ting, I hope it don't break down
Yes, I'm a singer, but I’m no James Brown
On so much smoke, you know I gotta cut down
Face so pale, all white, like a clown
I'm doing this alone, no friends to help
V like Mary, but I'm going to hell
My music so funny, like I'm David Chappelle
You sniff the air, and like, "What's that smell?"
That's just the crack rock I sell
Half cocaine and half seashell
[Chorus]
Why you look at me that way?
Got so much to speak, but don't say
Everything you do, so cliche
Like you rose from a dream, or it's your birthday
I’ma get a slice of birthday cake
I’ma put that on my birthday plate
Spilt tea on my tee, crochеt
Jason treatment, 'cause it’s Friday
Thirteen scars on my knees
I pray that somе bonds I made will go away
[Verse 2]
I got bullets, I'ma slap 'em all in an AK
Mash your ting on film, like Ray J
'Cause I don’t give an F, and I don't give a C, I'll come in the game and eat like a buffet
Cry me a river, cry me a lake
Find me a ting, find me a bae
Find the racks that you say you make
And give me something that'll get me baked
[Chorus]
Why you look at me that way?
Got so much to speak, but don't say
Everything you do, so cliche
Like you rose from a dream, or it's your birthday
I'ma get a slice of birthday cake
I'ma put that on my birthday plate
Spilt tea on my tee, crochet
Jason treatment, 'cause it's Friday
Thirteen scars on my knees
I pray that some bonds I made will go away
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