Tart Apple Filling
Somebody talked about your name
Nobody ever stays the same
I'm gonna fuck it up and save
I'm gonna bring it to the grave
Bringing the propane
Then the I light flames
Gimmie a new chain
Gimmie the rim of the noose mane
Ay, bo- bounce in the back
Face the shawty only when I'm looking at her back
So much time to contemplate bad habits and Relapsing
Bad habits like constantly rapping
Bad habits like tart Apple Filling
Start the Killin
There's warm fire grilling
Check the fridge for the coke that's chillin
Flower pickin, Lilly lickin
Check the clock cause times a tickin
Bitches lickin the selfish dick an stick it in but just the tip
Squeeze a little bit
Out this selfish little prick
Slovakian sickness
I'm blissfully ignorant
It ain't a funtion without the tatoes
Gotta get a shwaty to bring the titos
Got her tits out smells like fritos
Lick it up like dust from cheetos
There was a minor disturbance
A sniper that pulled back the curtains
And shot a couple virgins
Two versions only equal more burdens
More burdens then one person working is worth
Fingers crossed my birth did something to serve this earth
Haters busy sweating from the curse that I put on
With my enormous girth
You were busy slinging slurs
Thinking that your verse
Could cull up the heard
Look at you fucking sluts and geeks still
If that's your dream you started sleeping
Way before I popped those pills
Act like you ever did it
Bad weather twisted wicked
Still deciding whether you get pleasure from your temper
Switching up like Bruce Jenner
Drive to Denver to reveal your gender
Big spender, low life go getter
Light as a feather even in this leather sweater
I'm teathered down by ropes like dexter
Finding shelter in the auditorial waves of sgt. Peppers
A timeless treasure even better than helter skelter
You're the bearer of terror
It is whatever I'm a storyteller
Oh wow look at that interstellar architecture
Grabbed me by the hand
And by hand I mean Sam's am little John willy can
You don't even know what the fuck I'm about
You'll find out one day and that is no doubt
Back is breaking from all of the stacks on my back
Back is shaking from all of the racks in a stack
Come on lil shawty bring that ass right back
Revolutionary make you work for the track
Nobody ever stays the same
I'm gonna fuck it up and save
I'm gonna bring it to the grave
Bringing the propane
Then the I light flames
Gimmie a new chain
Gimmie the rim of the noose mane
Ay, bo- bounce in the back
Face the shawty only when I'm looking at her back
So much time to contemplate bad habits and Relapsing
Bad habits like constantly rapping
Bad habits like tart Apple Filling
Start the Killin
There's warm fire grilling
Check the fridge for the coke that's chillin
Flower pickin, Lilly lickin
Check the clock cause times a tickin
Bitches lickin the selfish dick an stick it in but just the tip
Squeeze a little bit
Out this selfish little prick
Slovakian sickness
I'm blissfully ignorant
It ain't a funtion without the tatoes
Gotta get a shwaty to bring the titos
Got her tits out smells like fritos
Lick it up like dust from cheetos
There was a minor disturbance
A sniper that pulled back the curtains
And shot a couple virgins
Two versions only equal more burdens
More burdens then one person working is worth
Fingers crossed my birth did something to serve this earth
Haters busy sweating from the curse that I put on
With my enormous girth
You were busy slinging slurs
Thinking that your verse
Could cull up the heard
Look at you fucking sluts and geeks still
If that's your dream you started sleeping
Way before I popped those pills
Act like you ever did it
Bad weather twisted wicked
Still deciding whether you get pleasure from your temper
Switching up like Bruce Jenner
Drive to Denver to reveal your gender
Big spender, low life go getter
Light as a feather even in this leather sweater
I'm teathered down by ropes like dexter
Finding shelter in the auditorial waves of sgt. Peppers
A timeless treasure even better than helter skelter
You're the bearer of terror
It is whatever I'm a storyteller
Oh wow look at that interstellar architecture
Grabbed me by the hand
And by hand I mean Sam's am little John willy can
You don't even know what the fuck I'm about
You'll find out one day and that is no doubt
Back is breaking from all of the stacks on my back
Back is shaking from all of the racks in a stack
Come on lil shawty bring that ass right back
Revolutionary make you work for the track
Credits
Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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