- pre-manufactured mansions, that exist in a peculiar group, known as 2famous. Their sole purpose is to unravel the mysteries of the [?]


Shards on me, but I ain′t hanging yet
Don't crush ′em yet, bro, shine my crystal Ket'
We work together, we can fix it still
Hope I ain't coping, I can stop at will
My stomachs fucked, I′ve been eating nothing but oats and cheese
Like goats, make cheese, new load, that gas it′s cheese
Out in the snow in my fresh white tee
2famous too cold, ain't no seeing me
Dirty Timb′s, man pray for my dirty Timb's
Nah for real, had to walk ′round your dirty shit
Catching wind, block out that dirty shit
I can't skim, gotta catch all that info-bit
Got bean, got Mr. Bean, shine amethyst
Yeah, wе was first out the bus, nodding at the bus
Yeah, shе mix match it, we was first
Roll junkies, trust, dirty needles more than trust

Fresh pack ′bout to buss
What cost?

I've been around more powder than lust
She want more and I'm thinking score
Adore, I want peace and quiet, just relax
If she want a X-pill, guess she can buss
I got a fresh one, yours dusty like rust
Where can I go? Who can I trust?
Need her, need her more than y′all
I need shit more than charging cable
I need it more than you are able
I need it now, more than ever
Off the Cuban leather
I need it now, read my letter