[Intro]

Everyday I'm on a switch

Listen to my voice, forget that fucking itch

Snowflakes running down my nose and glitch

Another reason to be fucking rich

Bitch

[Hook]

I'm on another riff

So I hit

People never fucking get it

So I twist, my arm and fucking grip

Till im rich, got discovered from a hit

Let me wish

Then I fuckin finna sit

Think about this little mothafuckin bitch

My fair lady, mrs fucking smith, dont regret the ass you be messing with

[Verse 1]

Then I flip, and I drift

To another little turf, laying down, smoking purp, feeling pretty Mothafuckin alert, mission of the smurfs, blues in my days, figure it out a little too mothafuckin late

My grace, stuck it inside and missed it

Laying in the mothafuckin hay, another techno rave

Feeling kind of twisted, Mobi Dick imprinted in my brain, feeling d-Down, never going missing

Missing? till im not committed, when did happen?

Till im fucking waiting, every fucking day, growling to my daze, little Too mothafuckin brave, let me follow it back then verse change

[Hook]

Yea

Verse mothafuckin changes

Till im goin...

Till im lazy...

Pretty lady (x7)

[Verse 2]

Superfuckingstition, got me hanging on a mission, don't be really Fucking twisted, everyday I fuckin' miss you, hold up that little pistol, Shoot you, then I fuckin' kiss you

Eyes crying from this issue

Bleeding nose? Get a tissue

Till I sew up in your visuals, lazy pretty Mrs., got you hanging like an infant, skin peeling like an instant

Should've stop this little game youre always tryin play

Choke you. Bitch (hah)

[Verse 3]

I'm loco, nose blowing from the mothafuckin coco, nose longer than kid pinnochio, longer than I thought oh fuck the popo

Explicit in my lyrics another jurisdiction

In vivid I mothafuckin live it

Falling with my mothafuckin religion

Listen to what Im speaking, man I'm never giving

Scratch that needle, let you go, fuck your sniffing

Got you in a mothafuckin little instant?

Eat the shrooms, you been fed, another mission

To your tomb, now you feeling kinda fishy?

What you doin?

[Verse 4]

Wake up feeling dead

Brush your teeth, eat your bread

Out your house, and you crept

Step in your mothafuckin head

Been appalled, from this lead

Too fuckin fried, brain wanna die

Serotonin be deprived

Dopamine, hanging in the ride

Let me pop another pill

Now im feeling kinda mothafuckin ill

And you know it

Life is bogus

Kinda needed more of that hocus pocus

[Outro]

...and im with you

Never fucking bleeding

Never fucking leading

Never fucking been appealing (x2)