Lychee

Holy shit What the Fuck?
(Heheuhahaha)
What was that?
(Oooo)
Hello?
(Your hair tastes funny)
Where the fuck am I?
(Hehe)
Oh my God
(Hahaha)
This is weird!

Too cold ya you know it getting icy
High key dicey don't care if they like me
They brain splattered
Smoking on some shatter
Can you see a pattern but I love it flavored lychee

Rappers filled sorrow
Don't see them tomorrow
Time we have is borrowed
That shit is retardo
You put yourself in this position
Unlimited power and money and you ain't granting wishes
Rolling these swishers and poppin pills on these bitches
Man do your dishes
Plenty are in the sea don't be swimming with fishes
Making some pattern to blast off to Saturn you go down the slide while I climb up the latter
Yuh
Empty with an echo
I already died bro there is no point to let go
Man you got a race to win get ready set go
Hold it steady net growth jet shows bet bro

Living in a blizzard
This world make me livid so I turn into a wizard
Falling off growing back tail of a lizard
All y'all care about is paper so I carry scissors

Too cold ya you know it getting icy
High key dicey don't care if they like me
They brain splattered
Smoking on some shatter
Can you see a pattern but I love it flavored lychee

Please turn up the reverb
Have you seen my weed sir
It's ok I don't need it I have wings of ether
Bouncing on the bow
Gas like conoco
Turn it up so loud the system losing count
Oh ow fuck my head hurt
(It hurt)
How these Rappers making music when they dead first
(Don't get it)
Why you think they drippin cause they dive in head first
(The drippin')
What goes up must come down ya it gets worse

A voice up in the distance
Fucking weirdo in your face in a an instant
He said why you such a pleb
You a degen in my region bleb hehe
What the fuck you lookin at
He say while he looking back
He dissappear like who was that
The freak is gone so who is left
Ya who is left
Ya who is left
Ya who is left
Who is left



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Steed
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