Ballerina

Ain't no hope in passing me 'cause
I'm the king like castle leader
I got too much gasoline inside a bag in Pasadena
Might just run or dash a meter
Facts could lead a kid to ask that pastor reading scriptures
Is it wrong to wanna smash that bad lil' ballerina?

Writing material
Pen and some paper
I bought it from Staples
I'm going
Ice in my cereal
Head in the clouds
You better watch where you floating and flying
I'm trying to give you a moment to speak
Man, I'm hungry is anything open
I pick up the phone and I'm calling for pizza
The bread on the side of the dish
She calling me back
Now I'm getting some head on the side of a ditch
Fuck it
I gotta lie if I'm high as a bitch
Fuck it
She wanna tie up the wrist
Fuck it
I got a crib on an island, it's ancient
I'm lying where Mayans would live
The scheme is a pyramid
No I'm not buying it
I gotta do something better
The cheddar, the wallet I'm eyeing is rich
I'm all in
I'm hoping I don't take a loss or it's sayonara
I been frying the fish
In a pan with some oil and spices
The cayenne is hit-
-ting I might die in a weekend or fly to Japan
A maniacal plan with a guy and his kid
To start selling them 25 lighters on dressers
I'm toxic
I'm talking that shit if you look up what cyanide is

Ain't no hope in passing me 'cause
I'm the king like castle leader
I got too much gasoline inside a bag in Pasadena
Might just run or dash a meter
Facts could lead a kid to ask that pastor reading scriptures
Is it wrong to wanna smash that bad lil' ballerina?

Let's just be real for a moment
If I left her out to the zombies like Kino der Toten
Then we know she hoeing
Yeah we know she hoeing
But I'ma keep going
She probably jealous
The weed she been smoking
Is fucking her head up and keeping her going
The reason I'm saying this
Isn't to beef all the reefer she's blowing
It's three in the morning
I'm leaving her moaning
I ain't even taking chances
Buy land, got acre lenses
My hand don't make advances
My paper money
Is safe is France or Danish mansions
Don't fake your answers
Get fucked up, sprayed, or paid to dance
In ways not nice, not crazy and you
Got so much on your plate
Your convos like baby banter
My hoe might take advantage
Of me like Vegas dancers
I hate her man
Yeah
Better know I'ma fade a man
If he get in the face of Dan
Don't play with the kid or get cut with serrated blades
My guns been blazing man
I'm way more dangerous than what you heard
My words may shock like tasers man
Yeah

Ain't no hope in passing me 'cause
I'm the king like castle leader
I got too much gasoline inside a bag in Pasadena
Might just run or dash a meter
Facts could lead a kid to ask that pastor reading scriptures
Is it wrong to wanna smash that bad lil' ballerina?



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Writer(s): Daniel Nolan
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