Fruit Pan

Ain't got cake
I got dropped in the pan
Taken too early
I'm not their mans
Say 6 3s
5 more years
Take me out of this oven
Let me airdrop
My location
Fruity as a pie
No depth, only height
Not strong, ain't all might
Natural light
Golden hour rush
Sugarcane, some blush
I heard a coupon
won't do any good

Fuck off, I ain't taking the bus
I'm not popping off
Saved up, please give me the plus
I'm not popping off
Mixture is too thin
Voice ain't popping off
I need to layer it
Shit

Mix the cinnamon
Make sure you don't choke
Pancake bitch can get deadly
Stay afloat
The fuck you're doing?
Noah get the boat
Yellow doesn't suit you
I'll leave you on hold

You think that you're holding a carrot in front of my face
But you need to face the facts straight
You don't want to do it (do it) any other way
So why are you mad when I talk shit in your place
Eat your own shit
Stop rubbing everyone for some cents
Is that something I smell
Is it your bullshit I sense
Is it your stale insecurities?
Is it everything you want to be
Is it covering up your fears
So it would stop tasting so sour.

Fuck off, I ain't taking the bus
I'm not popping off
Saved up, please give me the plus
I'm not popping off
Mixture is too thin
Voice ain't popping off
I need to layer it
Shit

Mix the cinnamon
Make sure you don't choke
Pancake bitch can get deadly
Stay afloat
The fuck you're doing?
Noah get the boat
Yellow doesn't suit you
I'll leave you on hold



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Writer(s): Mantas šiudeikis
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