Woah woah woah

Yeah

(It's the Prairie God)

[Intro + Chorus]

Blackberry crown on my head, Turkish Silver on my chest

We get that Darth Vader money, ain't stressed bout it

Sipping tec, Quali

That's that quality control, know a thing bout it

Slit your throat for the chrome, sell your soul bout it

I'm just doing what I gotta do, I'll turn your apartment floor to a color palette

[Verse: Prairie God]

I'm in this starship, it's amazing

Cover up in armor like I'm learning from crustaceans

Flush all up my sleeve like I'm drinking with some Asians

Body turned to chrome like I'm doing human transmutation

Ugh, what you know

Wallet full of ninja turtles, Leonardos

She only sip Bacardi, she too picky bro

She only sip Bacardi

Woah woah woah

Pull up to the party, no I can't drive

Light a roach, now I'm smoking straight pesticide

They encroach on my time, might as well die

(Silver teeth in the night, I'm a vampire)

It's a waste, blow a haze upon a grey mind

On the stage crazy like the VMAs in 09

Dilated eyes give a damn about a star sign

Orion on the earth, I'm a hunter for the money

[Chorus]

Ain't stressed bout it

Sipping tec, Quali

That's that quality control, know a thing bout it

Slit your throat for the chrome, sell your soul bout it

I'm just doing what I gotta do, I'll turn your apartment floor to a color palette

(Floor into a color palette)

(Ahhhhh!)

[Verse: Slim Billy Beans]

Cross around my neck, poison in my veins

I don't ever sleep, I just lay awake

Cross-examining all of my motivations

They check locations, so I'ma stay awake

Pockets getting overweight

I'm feeling dangerous

Living like I need a reason to stay sane

Friendzone's a great place to get some entertainment

I turn up at the show, it feels like taking medication

She slit her wrists for the attention, or so they said

So I won't say that I'd be better off dead

I just stay out til the voices in my head

Let me finally spend the night in my bed

[Chorus]

Get that- get that money ain't stressed bout it

Sipping tec, Quali

That's that quality control, know a thing bout it

Cut my throat for the chrome, sell my soul bout it

I'm just doing what I gotta do, I'll turn my apartment floor into a color palette

(Floor into a color palette)

(Woah woah woah woah)