Beverly Hills

Pulling up with the Sauce Gang

I don't need hella' racks
Just enough to pay the bill
Yeah it would be nice though
To live in Beverly Hills
Thought I figured it out
Oh boy, was I wrong
She don't even love me
But she still screaming
My fucking songs

Or, until I'm fucking gone
What could go wrong
Run a blade across my arm
Maybe I'll go far in music
Gonna make it
Talk about the past memories
Yeah, I don't fake it

Yeah, they'll put a knife in your back
Friendship of twelve years
Still didn't last
Vibing on the daily, I'm not a baby
Fucked a bitch, what's her name
Something like Hailey

Yeah, all I know is
Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff
Puff, Puff, Puff, Past
No it's not a test
Feel the side effects
I just think your press
That I'm the one up next

I don't need hella' racks
Just enough to pay the bill
Yeah it would be nice though
To live in Beverly Hills
Thought I figured it out
Oh boy, was I wrong
She don't even love me
But she still screaming
My fucking songs

Or, until I wash ashore
Scream about Wilson
I ain't lost no more
Fucking with some witchcraft
Zetsubou No Shima
Caught up in the fucking draft
I don't wanna leave her

Yeah, dyed you hair jet black
Give you heart attack
When I fucking crash
Fire turned to ash
Muzzle and a flash
Drowning in your fears
Clawing up to gasp

I don't need hella' racks
Just enough to pay the bill
Yeah it would be nice though
To live in Beverly Hills
Thought I figured it out
Oh boy, was I wrong
She don't even love me
But she still screaming
My fucking songs

Or, until you start a war
Clawing at my grave
Kick you out the back door
Talking about yourself
Guys that you adore
We were still together
Guess you where the whore