[Intro: lonemoon]

Hey, hey, that’s right
Hey, hey, hey, that’s right
Hey, hey, hey, that’s right
Hey, hey, hey, that’s right

[Verse 1: lonemoon]

Yeah, yeah, hey!
I gotta work to set my policy
To classic aristocracy
High class spitter, ain't settle for yo psychology
Bad bitch looking expensive, ain’t no Dollar Tree
PINK on the hips, and that ass, ain't no technology

Feeling the affection from lectures from her authority
Unluckily it's difficult I'm living in a minority
N word taking back time, losing historically
Scars on my arms, and everybody was focusing
On me
I remember fondly
All the pretty women in my phone weren't responding
Then I started sobbing
My 'Livvia was talking
Asking for some help on some English, my angel calling, yea

[Synth Solo]

[Verse 2: lonemoon]

Smoking on the reddy now i'm feeling kinda tired
Zoning pretty hard, Xolei that star, we exceeding
All the others pleading
Genius lyric reading
Now you say you need me
And now I say I need you
Opaline, damn true
Drowning in a monsoon
Of cigarettes and hyrule
Try me
But don't you ever try my heart
My loyalties arriving, so my enemies depart

[Synth Solo]