So 80 can you really spit?
That’s a question for your girl who really likes this shit
That's a question for the world meanwhile you cry in it
As the depression swallows whole your life and pride with it
Swear I could die with this
No Clinton I ain’t lyin bitch
Grab your Lewinski and Epstein and get clean
Before the 1% blast you within a jet stream
I’m in LA, what a place to get re-reflecting
I feel like Jimmy and Carl before they met sheen
The skin before all the cocoa butter and hemp sheen
I hear relenting
Among my brothers
Siblings, sisters becoming mothers
Say it won’t happen to them until they become the others
I’m in the suburbs, dunkaroos in my fucking cupboard
This ain’t religion, call me different or call me Hubbard
It ain’t the summer
Working weekends a fucking bummer
Might get her number
Fuck her later but never love her
I’ll never cuff her
Probably cause I could never trust her
She know I’m lying
Cause she know she can find another
I ain’t no buster, hot dog toppings without the mustard
The strength I muster
Muster the strength
They said I’m always only singing, I come for they heads
They said it’s bars I’m only bringing, find comfort in this
They say I’m harder than some gingerbread left by the sink
I get it tatted on my wrist with some very rare ink