Idolatry

I could ride you faster than your skateboard
If you turn me to a label
Otherwise its off the table
A-a-ah
I'll be playin' music in the back
Keepin' the train up in the track
Yeah you could say I got a knack
For that, uh uh uh uh

Mister goody two shoes, with your bowtie and your new shoes
But these social cues confuse you
Can I have your autograph
They were onto somethin', those iconoclasm young'ns
Yielding fire in their coven
Little vial, little daft

I don't wanna be your neighbor
Sign the piece of fuckin' paper
All the emotional labor
All you could be was the taker
You made me into a faker
I am more than a homemaker
Don't got a problem with egos
Babe can you hand me the pico
De gallo, nah, peep the new girl, now
Shiny peach lipstick and the tight little curls how
Do I do it
How do I do it

Redpilled baby, you couldn't give head but maybe
You learned how to treat a lady
Hell I guess I'll really never know
All the time you took, coulda been workin on my book
Makin' impressions with my hooks
And gettin' fancy with my looks

Since then i've been buildin' up my pension
And i won't forget to mention
How I'm walkin' faster with my chin up
Hittin' the wind with my full attention like
I ain't scared of detention,
Bitch I make more in an hour than you're benchin'
And you're still out here bitchin'
Bitchin'
When you should be pitchin' my shit

Cuz I'm makin' hits

One must still have chaos in oneself
To be able to give birth to a dancing star