Lyrics

Street view, keep the vibes on Champs-Élysées
Cheap shoes and the high makes the calles cines
Tell me that's all that he say, is it a prank?
Pawned it off like a relay then fidget with the brakes
Says he did it with a shank like it's Britain
Claim your fill and take it on a date until it's smitten
Talking like a Freshman freestyle because this a written
Now you're walking all depressed and senile like this a home
Estimate your limits when I'm in the fucking zone
You ain't flipping, you ain't spitting
Then what the fuck you want?
Last year, passed tiers
Shining, all my buttons chrome
Now I look up in the mirror, why I'm throbbing in the dome?
Cobbling the stones
Know you obviously in-tone, I ain't disputing that
And you ain't smiled for a while like a tooth is capped
Can't refute the facts
Carrying too many O's, just do the math
It's simple calculations
Split the sitting with your wits, bets, and maturations
It's simple calculations
Quit the bitching, if you dish it then you have to take it
It's simple calculations
Split the sitting with your wits, bets, and maturations
It's simple calculations
Quit the bitching
I might be the greatest phony of all time
Your cronies are just like the police, they're all swine
Your footing is off-time, get your rudiments down
Single file, in a while, make that duplicate sound
These bitches soon to get down
This that lubricant sound
Your fickle styles get me riled up, choosing them bounds
Smile because there ain't no time but the present
And I've been spending it stressing
Thinking about death and the rest
My blessings are left with some questions
Because this set need assembly, some of it is required
And I'm too fucking tired, your boy schweepy
Braille shit, bumps in the words make you feel these failures
I jump with the verbs until you're leaking
Bum with the herbs but he dreamy
Ten toes down when I serve you the ceiling
I mean drown in the blurbs, no kiddy pool genes
Just a crown with a hearse that I'll get in two weeks
On back order, fuck a backburner, off the rip
Feature cost a zip or two, I think he'll call it quits
Lack order, prove your practices is a jip
Leave me all your clicks and boops, I think I'll stall a hit
Crash only when you act like you bigger than it
But it's bigger than you, that's about as honest I get
Crash only when you act like you bigger than it
But it's bigger than you, that's about as honest I get
Crash
Written by: Collin Campbell, Rebecca Tank, Triple Cast
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