作词 : BBY GOYARD
作曲 : BBY GOYARD/JDolla
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can lеave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel likе the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
Left on the first, came back on the fifth
, both of them fifth's
Pack-a-punched my life, that shit wasn't hitting right
Silver bullet, wait till' midnight
I'm getting money till my next life
all in the next life
It's all so stale, look at the shelf-life
Bunch of NPC's living behind the desk glass
My bitch will do you like a
Bet it hit close to home
Had to get my neck turn't to a snow cone
Essential oils, with all the essentials
Goyard bag, with several utensils
Out of my body, I turn to a stencil
I know it feel crazy at first
I know it feel like the curse
Thinking more makes it hurt
Give a blink when it works
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
作词 : BBY GOYARD
作曲 : BBY GOYARD/JDolla
[Intro]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
[Chorus]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can lеave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel likе the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip
[Verse]
Left on the first, came back on the fifth
[?], both of them fifth's
Pack-a-punched my life, that shit wasn't hitting right
Silver bullet, wait till' midnight
I'm getting money till my next life
[?] all in the next life
It's all so stale, look at the shelf-life
Bunch of NPC's living behind the desk glass
My bitch will do you like a [?]
Bet it hit close to home
Had to get my neck turn't to a snow cone
[Pre-Chorus]
Essential oils, with all the essentials
Goyard bag, with several utensils
Out of my body, I turn to a stencil
I know it feel crazy at first
I know it feel like the curse
Thinking more makes it hurt
Give a blink when it works
[Chorus]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking bee sting
She rolling off that nightmare strain
We ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't right?
Eat it up if it's seasoned right
F.N firework, fourth of July
Stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deathface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking It baby don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip