Sue Me, Silky

I hope when I'm 30, I'm not weird as fuck
I have to say, I agree with that

Got my silky on the throne I'm sitting on
I shaved my head because I had to fit my crown on
Oh look it, now they're gone, I wonder where they've gone?
The same web of lies I've left them got my silky on

I'mma string em up and leave em dead
Lucky I don't torture you like you did me instead, yeah, yeah
Silly bitch, think she winning cause I'm mad
If I were you, I'd hide your face cause I will be your end
Like this, do you want your end to be like this?
Do you want your end?

Now I'm up and gone, got my makeup on
Honey gloss on my lips cause I like to flaunt
Kiss them whores goodbye (Yeah) time to say night-night (Yeah)
They keep sleeping on a bitch that just might

Wake up in the morning to the gram
Saying congratulations cause that night I won a gram
Silly bitch, did she win it cause I'm mad
If I were you, I'd hide your face cause I will be your end
Like this, do you want your end to feel like this
Do you want your end?

No matter how much you love something
I think you have to have like bounds in your life, you know
Especially if you have like significant others, you know
They have this funny thing about they want you to spend time with them every now and then
I hate when they do that
Like I showed you attention like a month ago
What do you need it again for?

End like this, do you want your end to be like this
Do you want your end?

And we should not have to kiss anybody's behinds to make sure that we get access to our money
Thank you very much, I'm going to sit down now

Those green eyes are full of envy and greed
Always feeling the need to consume and serve as your feed
Ding, dinners it's ready
Even your hot dishes are cold-blooded
Reptilian leather wrapped around your boot
On my neck, my face turns blue
Note that the sounds escaping my lips are atonal
I'm suffocating
Am I a testing ground for your skills of temptation
A reminder you can still be desired even with hesitation
It's not my fault you got pushed out the congregation
That insecure, needing more blackness on your lap, shit
Can't sing, so you gotta track, shit
I'm running laps round you on my track, shit
I'm walking off your grid, walking off your dome
You can't track, shit
My existence is beyond your comprehension
When I'm in my element, I know you feel that tension
Oh now you can't look me in my eyes
Or rub on these black thighs like a southern-style Carolina sweet potato pie
(Here we go!)

Silky like a summer, summer breeze
Silky like the lining of your jeans
Silky like the substance on your mother's car seat
Silky like the silky in my teeth
Silky like a silky, silky dream
Silky like silky, silky like silky, silky things
My pedigree, my symphony, baby sing for me
Silky it like a silver stream
Silky like the ringing of the bells
Or damnation to hell
Still, I wish you well, all's good

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