That's a red flag not a quirk

Going left fast off of words

In the talking stage but she's from the states cuz tinder never fucking works

Isn't that the fucking worst

Upset but you gotta understand I gotta come first

Not like that

Really I'm thinking that y'all might tap

I gotta make me a song like that

Fuck it it's all my bad

I take the blame and I fall right back

Really the city is on my back

I gotta get me some bomb ass swag

Style my hair like a bomber hat

Get on the track and I talk my trash

Baby hope you know I'm not Mike Jack

Long as it don't sag might bag

As long as you bad might bag

As long as you pat my back

I'll try not to flinch in my past I got stabbed

And I get it in advance

Is there anything I can't

I could really go all day I don't really wanna rant

This a whole diffеrent ballgame now we playing with thе champs

You don't really stand a chance

It's memory not a curse

Half-dressed playing games with me like"I'll be skins you be shirts"

I'm just naturally a nice guy but you might think that I'm a flirt

And I rap on jerk beats you might think that I'm a jerk

Before we were on the ice rink we were high-sticking on the curb

Y'all must not've heard

This Rose City

Come roll with me

Think y'all really got more than me? Totally

All your shirts so tight on you that's so fitting

How you batting til the fourth inning?

You're shitting me

Scorch any unfortunate beat

Still staring at the clock when it's four:53

I'm sore can I leave

Not listening to the fuss a lot sorta like do re mi

I need me a dough ray-beam

Somebody oughta blow my streams

I would do it but I'm so lazy

It was out of the blue recognized the tune I could hear the notes faintly

Lock me in a room or in a booth and Imma go crazy