Recline the seats
Girl, let's get comfy
I'm brushing my teeth
I'm counting this money
No, boy, I'm not sweet
Don't look at me funny
Boy, no, I'm not sweet
Boy, no, I'm not honey
I feel like Clint east
Boy, do you feel lucky
I just need release
I need to feel something
Forgot how to breathe
Forgot how to function
Rick Owens my sleeve
I rock Prada on sundays

I'm blessed because I'm rich
But I'm depressed in brand new kicks
And I'm so stressed, I need a fix
There's nothing left into the mist
I-i-i-i-i-i-into the mist
(X2)