Lyrics for the future*

Green beam manufactured/made, shit goes against Team Trees

Chewing on craisins, haters going mad over simple sins, like they're using those laced Zyns

Cheered "rims" like steering, I'm steerin' for ferrite spirits

I'm swaggin' out the Soar, you swaggin' out the two-four

I'm tired of this course, stop all the problems, your little video calls won't solve 'em

A' Palmer on the rocks, never been calmer

I smack far rights and then I shoot up with broken crackpipes

Got a sore throat, I can't breathe bitch
I knead my neck, pleasе don't knee it
I can't afford meds, I need bread, bro I knead it

I don't fuck with thе Klan, but I'm ready to Clash
I don't fuck with Rainbows so I'm ready to Dash
If I like MLP does that make me a fag? (FAGGOT)
Aw man?
I'on like the 'subi, but I fuck with the spam