Fee Fi Fo Fum
(Fuckin' Abelton is tweakin', Pippy what do you gotta say to them? Nothing)
Always drive slow with my eyes low, I don't give a fuck what you have to say bitch
Fee Fi Fo Fum these bitches playing dumb, Go do that shit somewhere else cause bitch
I ain't the one
Please don't hit my phone talking no crazy shit
I just want a bad bitch to settle down and have a baby with
Maybe it's not for me, maybe though cause I don't know
Bouta cop some trees so we can smoke
Bro
I ain't been to sleep but it feel like I'm comatose
With this potion that don't go in the cup, Thicker than robitussin, I been the G.O.A.T no Discussion
I came here to push some buttons, I'm turning nothing to something
Then something back into nothing, Fuck this endless chasing of money
You serious, it's funny, This verse of no meaning, I'm dreaming and coming with Something
I'm fucking up my sleep just to go to maybe be someone
And I always forget there's pizza in the oven
Fuck
Bouta burn the house down but not because of the pizza
Lava burning hot tongue, I'ma do this without asking for any of y'all features
In your bitch room in the box and I'm not talking speakers
Keep it cold with these bitches, Warm her tongue with the heater
My face been in two seater, Leave her with questions
Got her manifestin' tryna keep her coming with blessings
Tryna get my attention by 'ing and mentioning, Learn my lesson she thought I'd spin Back
Maybe I will, we keep it off for the record, I cut losses
Your ties to the fake ones been keeping me nauseous
This whole thing's been nonsense, Never walking with caution
I got my brothers in, we all locked in I'm locked on target, you shoot for the moon
While I'm walking on Mars, bitch, I'm out of the darkness
Keep it far out, but close enough to see How far the star can get
I'm a goddamn Martian, I keep on marching, Ain't no one like me, so I keep it farther
Than your arms can reach me
Ask me how I be Man I'm far from peachy, empty palms and my mind is far from Beaching
I'm sick of playing mind games I don't play deceiving
Rhyme with reason, I rhyme I just need a meaning
These hoes been changing with the seasons, I don't like the taste so I always change The seasons
Bitch
Always drive slow with my eyes low, I don't give a fuck what you have to say bitch
Fee Fi Fo Fum these bitches playing dumb, Go do that shit somewhere else cause bitch
I ain't the one
Please don't hit my phone talking no crazy shit
I just want a bad bitch to settle down and have a baby with
Maybe it's not for me, maybe though cause I don't know
Bouta cop some trees so we can smoke
Bro
I ain't been to sleep but it feel like I'm comatose
With this potion that don't go in the cup, Thicker than robitussin, I been the G.O.A.T no Discussion
I came here to push some buttons, I'm turning nothing to something
Then something back into nothing, Fuck this endless chasing of money
You serious, it's funny, This verse of no meaning, I'm dreaming and coming with Something
I'm fucking up my sleep just to go to maybe be someone
And I always forget there's pizza in the oven
Fuck
Bouta burn the house down but not because of the pizza
Lava burning hot tongue, I'ma do this without asking for any of y'all features
In your bitch room in the box and I'm not talking speakers
Keep it cold with these bitches, Warm her tongue with the heater
My face been in two seater, Leave her with questions
Got her manifestin' tryna keep her coming with blessings
Tryna get my attention by 'ing and mentioning, Learn my lesson she thought I'd spin Back
Maybe I will, we keep it off for the record, I cut losses
Your ties to the fake ones been keeping me nauseous
This whole thing's been nonsense, Never walking with caution
I got my brothers in, we all locked in I'm locked on target, you shoot for the moon
While I'm walking on Mars, bitch, I'm out of the darkness
Keep it far out, but close enough to see How far the star can get
I'm a goddamn Martian, I keep on marching, Ain't no one like me, so I keep it farther
Than your arms can reach me
Ask me how I be Man I'm far from peachy, empty palms and my mind is far from Beaching
I'm sick of playing mind games I don't play deceiving
Rhyme with reason, I rhyme I just need a meaning
These hoes been changing with the seasons, I don't like the taste so I always change The seasons
Bitch
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Writer(s): Allan Skead-owens
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