I jus bought her bag n after we ain even speak

Im not regular person im jus a regular flea

Im at the park petting ducks why wld i want canada geese

Everytime im in new york i gotta cop me a piece

Im gettin k for free, why wld i cop me a key

I might jus go hit cambridge i might jus hang w z

Niggas dnt speak the language im writing hymns in my sleep

We gettin high at noon, bitch i feel jus like mccree

American spirits became my perfume, too hard to keep it discreet

Brain n my heart skippin beats, spillin yerba on the fleece

Wake up n i dont know where i am or my purpose

Can't wait for shit to backfire nitro circus

No i can't relax, screaming when they close the curtains

We got similar tshirts but mines the rarer version