[Verse: Sybyr]
Walk in it, smell like the booth
Shit not sweet, I ain't suckin' my tooth
It's getting too cold to go fly to Peru
I'm tryna lead a stampede on the roof
I need some K to go fly to the moon
Yeah, my discography fat like cocoon
Became a butterfly, flappin' my wounds
I am a soldier, survive in the doom
How you gon' manage ya shit in the dark?
Bark like a dog, you get dragged to go walk
Pop like tart, y'all smell like fart
I need all my pills to go pop
I need all that brain to be sane
I need all that cash to be green
I need all my medicine changed
You need not put me to hang
Anti, n***a, the name been changed
Put fifty for that bag, arranged
Where them vocals? Need them chords
Or you might go back to doin' morе chores

[Verse 2: tan]
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