BONKERS!

Oh hi
Oh you want
You want me to go up to the stage
Hold on hold on I got some shit written

This whole wide world my coloring book
Ive listened and written ive given and took
But everything's cool at the end of the day
But before all that I got something to say
Hey
Hows it going bitch its mister live and prosper
When it comes to flavor im the fucking founding father
Living in a story book I came to make it odder
Going as planned I should know im the author
I cant get it wrong i gotta do it
Right
Forage all the fruit thats left
Right
Elevate lets take this to a brand new height
Three k on the last LP
Aight
In and out
Scream and shout
Tell you bitches what im bout
Ride it out
When in doubt
Travel Down A different route
Youve been here
Ive been there
Thoughts are spilling everywhere
Pick a destination cuz your mind can take you anywhere
Why is that
Whats it for
Your the writer make the lore
Make some time
Then make some more
Yall aint ready
Whats in store
Take a seat
Tie your shoe
Ultimatum starts with you
Chopped and screwed
Still in tune
Tell me what you boutta
I
Made it to the seven all the way from the burg
And i made it to the city all the way from the curb
And my notes app is on fire think my phone boutta melt
Man I must embody love I guess im full of myself
All 193 thats the land to be conquered
Bitch so bad had no choice but to cop her
Hot and bussin out like a jalapeno popper
Fuck up outta here man you bitches must be bonkers
Man you
Man you
Man you bitches must be bonkers
Bitches must be
Bitches must be
Bitches must be
Bonkers
Get it
Flip it
Tell me
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Get it
Get it
Tell me
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Credits
Writer(s): Riley Cole
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