No sleeper seats, that's a mattress No sleeper seats, that's a mattress (sleep) You ain't stingy, split your tablets with me You won't flinch when camera flashin', flashin' Not fake laid back, no, it's natural And I think you made for the life I lead I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick That kinda coffin don't need lean, rest in peace Got this lust for life in me Horny for the game, uh First they kiss, then they bite soft, uh Then that bitch wanna play it off, huh Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes While serpents shake some brand new scales I need a new face, I'm tired of these weirdos Acting familiar, took all the rock And turned it to pop, he think that he Elvis And he ungrateful, they don't say, "Thank you" They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions Fuck it, I'm pretty still, look at my deal Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers Forty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet That cost a whop, that cost a whopper And it ain't new, I had a knot at John Ehret in my locker Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill, it's either real or real Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field Skin hot when they tried me like them poppers feel Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels skyrocket, fuel Rocket f-
Quit being violent with me (yeah, why, why) Quit being violent with me Quit being violent with me Make me violent
My room, my room, my room with me Every night you were in my room My room, my room with me I guess I can't state my feelings too soon I don't know you And I can't put no threats in the air
Writer/s: Christopher Breaux, Michael Uzowuru
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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