Clams Casino & Imogen Heap
Balcony
When i walk on this bitch
They gon' feel me
You ain’t felt me yet you gon' feel me now
A.C.I.D. til i D.I.E
Motherfucker
(Yeah!)

Praying for my kinfolk
Rain on the window
Blood on the concrete
High off the spliff smoke
Can you smell the indo
Too raw leave a bitch choked
He was talking crazy had to leave his fucking Ribs broke

She worried bout my spending habits
I don't give a damn nah
Living like a movie like i’m followed by them Cameras
Tossin up that fetty how it feel to be my dancer
Told that boy stop likin all my posts go get your Bands up
Fucking on my pharmacist she hooking up that Wok shit
Told me since i jit that i could never love a thot bitch
Passed that hoe a perc her stomach hurt she Feeling nauseous
Leap over the balcony be layin with the vomit

Praying for my kinfolk
Rain on the window
Blood on the concrete
High off the spliff smoke
Can you smell the indo
Too raw leave a bitch choked
He was talking crazy had to leave his fucking Ribs broke
(Yeah)

2021
Can only go farther than it is now
It's only up from here
(Gang!)
Ha, yeah