[Intro: Yun Head]
Bra-pa-pa
I might drop this song and my fans will love it
When I go outside not noticed in public
And I count so fast could last like armin'
And I eat so good not eating some chick—

[Verse 1: twikipedia]
[?] they talk a lot
Had to tell that boy to stop he stole my songs
And I'm never gonna let another talk
They just fill me with regret like oh my god
And I'm buying all these clothes
Going to these places that you've never seen before
I wish I could tell you but you'd turn into a hoe
Never would have thought you would have folded on your bros
I apply some pressure let it out just like some snow
It's different
It's way too fucking different
And everyone around me gotta drive a honda civic
I feel like everybody got a different intuition
And even though I'm gifted I still gotta take perscriptions
This feeling, a headache
Now tell me why the let me
I never feel the same I walk around with different settings
By giving him a call I'm ordering my own beheading
[?] they think
I feel like [?]
I'm always looking at my phone, I need you bro, keep it close
And I can't make it on my own
I ask the time we're going home
[?] styrofoam
"Oh my god it doesn't matter"
And my songs are going gold