Bby Goyard Slashed Tires
[Intro]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
[Chorus]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can lеave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel likе the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
[Verse]
Left on the first, came back on the fifth
[?], both of them fifth's
Pack-a-punched my life, that shit wasn't hitting right
Silver bullet, wait till' midnight
I'm getting money till my next life
[?] all in the next life
It's all so stale, look at the shelf-life
Bunch of NPC's living behind the desk glass
My bitch will do you like a [?]
Bet it hit close to home
Had to get my neck turn't to a snow cone
[Pre-Chorus]
Essential oils, with all the essentials
Goyard bag, with several utensils
Out of my body, I turn to a stencil
I know it feel crazy at first
I know it feel like the curse
Thinking more makes it hurt
Give a blink when it works
[Chorus]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
