Tesla Tomb

Grab your bagel lets go to San Diego
For an afternoon of gourmet food and ocean views
No what else you going do hot shit
Go poo poo
Play your old ass P.S.2
Or roll around high 4 wheel drive in the Subaru
Contemplate the galaxies stars Nibiru
Don't be a full throw on that coat
Matter of fact lets go throw on some throats
Slow that last thought
Sick dick make'm cough

I swear I swear this time We'll be back before dawn
You always have me late always
Man she wont even know that you're gone

Siri AirBnB voice for the key
Fresh to death Tesla Tomb
Kings exhumed charged up
Top down show our crowns
Spiked fro a side of milk dud-y dome-y
That's my homey roll'n shot-y
Flintstones-y we going club'n
Come in like the wind
Skirt up to the curb
Red rope open



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Christopher
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