Hysteria

Off a bean everything feel merrier
My dreams green I shine steadier
Not alone I could feel like a barrier
If I'm alone I might catch you and bury you

That's my hysteria
Shit be hysterical
Fuck around and fuck me good
I might just marry you

That's my hysteria
Shit be hysterical
Fuck around and love me good
I might just marry you

Bang bang bang
Goes the boomer
Pew pam goddamn
That's a shooter

Goddamn
Had to do her
Brought her to the crib
And the crew say they knew her

She a fan
That's super
Like kid super
She like hooters

That boy get cut
With a razor get a scooter
Pussy
Goddamn i had to do her

I put her on with my drugs
And my homies and the songs
Throw it back yah
All she got on is a thong

Proposition fucking dumb
So we won't be talking long
Told that pussy ass bitch
Get the fuck out of my lawn



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Tobola
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