Wrist band, there’s no ins and outs
Wrists slit, there’s no goin back now
Yes you can and no pulling out
If you’re fucking me, you better train
What’s your running route?
If you wanna do it you can do it
Nuh-uh
If you cannot tour it, you can’t support it
My price abhorrent, I’m toting portents
You can’t afford it
If you want drug money, post it on your story
Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe
If you were all bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite
Then you would not type, type, type, type, type
I know your type
You are all bark, you do not bite
You are all bark, you do not bite
I know your type, you do not
It’s giving Michael, it’s giving Jackson
I had a dream that I met him and I asked him
“Have you got enough space for all of this, Michael?”
“Yeah, I do”
“You’ve got space?”
“Yeah”
It’s elusive style, It’s off the dome
Lil Wayne
Don’t remember it
Goin back home
Goin back now
Feel like Marky Mark
I’m Marky Mark
I’m Marky Mark
I heard your prices went down, it’s okay
It’s hard times for everybody anyway
You can’t run from it
Don’t try, don’t try, don’t try
Marian Berry, smoke on it
I learned how to draw a face
And you cannot attest to that which you cannot taste
I got taste, listen to this beat
Yves Saint Laurent
Hundred racks a week
I cannot, ugh
It’s a labyrinth, it’s a maze
What you have or you haven’t
I’m amazed
I can’t even express my fashion
I can’t even address my passion
I can’t even ingest my ration