Elon

Elon on my back
I put Elon on my track
In the backseat Tesla model X
I blow her back
Took away my breath
You keep fucking with my head
This might be my death
You pull me under like some lead

Like some lead, mhm
Like some lead, mhm
I used to text you
Now you texting me instead, mhm
Called you out and now your face is blushing red, mhm
Turns out you played it cool until I got ahead, mhm

Ain't nobody that got your charm
I'm keeping you on my arm
I fell in love with this lifestyle
And you keep me warm
We make it like Neil Armstrong
The place where I belong
You know Imma keep it going
Put the city on my back I go like yeah

Elon on my back
I put Elon on my track
In the backseat Tesla model X
I blow her back
Took away my breath
You keep fucking with my head
This might be my death
You pull me under like some lead

Elon on my back
I put Elon on my track
In the backseat Tesla model X
I blow her back
Took away my breath
You keep fucking with my head
This might be my death
You pull me under like some lead

Give me some wine
Wanna write while I sip
My stones they be rhine
My sweater is knit
We go to the top
The top of the billboards
This shit is so easy
I'm the one you gone look for

Ain't nobody that got your charm
I'm keeping you on my arm
I fell in love with this lifestyle
And you keep me warm
We make it like Neil Armstrong
The place where I belong
You know Imma keep it going
I put the city on my back
I go like yeah

Elon on my back
I put Elon on my track
In the backseat Tesla model X
I blow her back
Took away my breath
You keep fucking with my head
This might be my death
You pull me under like some lead

Like some lead
Like some lead
Like some lead
Like some lead
Like some lead
Like some lead

You keep fucking with my head
This might be my death
You pull me under like som lead



Credits
Writer(s): Ole Holter
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