CANDY BARS - Intellectual

[verse 1]

Gotta hold onto walls

Baby girl is a bottle

We got a 4 wheel, I'm shotty

But no that shit ain't Bugatti

Honey got a body gotta keep it together, you hot

Don't go and get evil thoughts

Don't try and fuck up the party

Summon the devil

Gotta keep it together there ain't a bum on my level

And I been pushing the pedal

Been running away from the deal I made and it's settled

Ain't no appeal, no, until he dead in a jail cell

Gonna get going

Gonna spit flowing

Like your bitch owing me a tip for

Cinnamon Tumeric you know I've been swigging it while i'm sick

Hit up Med Express but that Karen ain't do shit

I worked my whole life for this

Just so you can spit me bitch, I'm gonna fight this shit

Anti-Semitic you're fucking pathеtic

And i ain't even been to Palestinе yet

I'm like 10 percent. Six 6 Six Pence

If you kiss me. But you got strep?

I'll make your dick bleed like ripped jeans shred

Til hell freaze over, til he scream "please, Lex"

I'll admit i'm cold. I'm a bit mean

But if the chips free I'm gonna bid 3, bet!

If i had a voice and if i weren't sick I'd spit make a TikTok - TokTik

Sydney Prescott, I'm seeing flesh rot

Without a Desk job, that's a death plot

My Quest stops when my chest stops

And when the sex stops then the texts stop

I got a fresh plot... I ain't the one you wanna piss off

I got a crop top. I'll tease your cock and then chop it off

I got some dark thoughts like a Gothic in Hot Topic who never bought shit

Chorus

(inaudible secret code you're not allowed to hear)

Life's a game but I ain't staying n' playing Monopoly

Life's a game but I ain't staying n' playng Monopoly

I got my own money, I got my own money

I keep my eyes open make sure they ain't rob from me

Verse 2

No admitting it— I-ain’t a bitch and I been a Bit Calm

Blissfully dripped

Rose petals in my crypt

Coffin

I’m dead walking

I’m bidding’ at the Auction

Even if i’m a hippie I don’t fit in with the pompous

But i play the rolI - I can wear a costume

Never did Molly but they think I’m on it

Glitching n’ Flipped if I’m a bit honest

Shoulda signed me  but I’m still an indie rockstar

Swing and a miss

You’re knockin'

You’re not gonna get away with this

You’re sloppy and cocky

The Cops come knocking

The box moved off it, on its own I hope like a hoe push popping

Moon walking on your grave

N’ I’ll stay on it

Shit talking like I’m Wade Robson

Boom Bopping

All over the place, all over your face

Nsync Bye Bye Bye and  I’m off it

Bitch

Ship Sink ice ice ice

Lip Sync

Why I I

I’m like Doja cat  but my claws sharp as knives

No.. It ain’t Wednesday yet…  but i play Wi iii iiife

Then i play dead

Just like the Wi- fi- fi

And I beat guys

But I’m like 4 foot 5

Clipped my wings but i still  took flight

What you bitches know bout a wrong verse right

Just because he clean doesn’t mean that he nice

Only 13 with the beans-n’-the-rice

Know I go-mean with the price

Glow like the Queen of the ice

Now you gotta fix me -i ain’t paying no price

Even-tho i got Candy Bars

Do ri me