Letras
Haha
And its the lofi cartel
Cherry on top, bitch I'm carvel
Peep the night sky
Snowfall, bitches doing blow while my art sells
Wow
I'll crash the car for the heck of it
Lose my fucking number
You're irrelevant and celibate
You pussy wearing polka shell necklaces
Stuck in like 2007 bumping Nickleback and smoking meth
Yea
And life is but a nightmare
Asking me for verses
Finna feed em in a highchair
The girls I used to fuck honestly never change
Only way they talking to me is to pay for backstage
Never complain 'cuz a bad word a waste
And the marks never leave like the scar on my face
But her car at my place so my game probably worked
We can chain smoke blunts, fuck, watch Berserk
Yea
We can chain smoke blunts, fuck, watch Berserk
We can chain smoke blunts, fuck, watch Berserk