Bizarre
(Vint did you do this)
I done bought my bitch a bag
Yeah all kind of bags
And i'm finna shop at Saks
I don't pop just any tags
I been on them dirty xans
And it's kinda sad
Demons all inside my head
Wonder where the molly at
Had to break the rules from the start yeah
I remember looking at the moon from my car, yeah
I remember when i had to wish upon a star
Built this shit myself and i can tear it all apart, yeah
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
We done gone too far
New moon, new chart
New chance to take your heart
No womb, i'm god
This feeling get kinda bizarre
I'm cool, i'm calm
She don't wanna let go of my arm
I gotta grow me a farm
I gotta high, i gotta get high
On the percs, on them bars
I gotta get fly, i'm one of them guys
She gone twerk, shake it off, yeah
I done bought my bitch a bag
Yeah all kind of bags
And i'm finna shop at Saks
I don't pop just any tags
I been on them dirty xans
And it's kinda sad
Demons all inside my head
Wonder where the molly at
Had to break the rules from the start yeah
I remember looking at the moon from my car, yeah
I remember when i had to wish upon a star
Built this shit myself and i can tear it all apart, yeah
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
We done gone too far
New moon, new chart
New chance to take your heart
No womb, i'm god
This feeling get kinda bizarre
We go shopping oh my god yeah
We go shopping, i'm like, yeah
We go shopping, i'm like
I done bought my bitch a bag
Yeah all kind of bags
And i'm finna shop at Saks
I don't pop just any tags
I been on them dirty xans
And it's kinda sad
Demons all inside my head
Wonder where the molly at
Had to break the rules from the start yeah
I remember looking at the moon from my car, yeah
I remember when i had to wish upon a star
Built this shit myself and i can tear it all apart, yeah
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
We done gone too far
New moon, new chart
New chance to take your heart
No womb, i'm god
This feeling get kinda bizarre
I'm cool, i'm calm
She don't wanna let go of my arm
I gotta grow me a farm
I gotta high, i gotta get high
On the percs, on them bars
I gotta get fly, i'm one of them guys
She gone twerk, shake it off, yeah
I done bought my bitch a bag
Yeah all kind of bags
And i'm finna shop at Saks
I don't pop just any tags
I been on them dirty xans
And it's kinda sad
Demons all inside my head
Wonder where the molly at
Had to break the rules from the start yeah
I remember looking at the moon from my car, yeah
I remember when i had to wish upon a star
Built this shit myself and i can tear it all apart, yeah
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
No we ain't go shopping but it's bags in the car
We done gone too far
New moon, new chart
New chance to take your heart
No womb, i'm god
This feeling get kinda bizarre
We go shopping oh my god yeah
We go shopping, i'm like, yeah
We go shopping, i'm like
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Writer(s): Fahd Sarumi, Vint Vice
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