fruit

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm off a pack I'm off a pack Yeah, ay, yeah [Verse] Ayy I'm off a pack in the back, tryna calm down Only flax, only spin round the block now Lag from jet in my bed, made a hideout Ghillie suit, "Imma sue" headass, tap out I'm a psychic if you shoot, I'm a nuisance to the loot Death dot under my booth, won't find me Burning books in the streets There's no pages, no ink I pray to god through a screen [Chorus] Yeah Because my nerves might make me throw up Where's the faucet? Need some water on my temple 3 stripes, you can run it like its simple Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental Yeah Because my nerves might make me throw up Where's the faucet? Need some water on my temple 3 stripes, you can run it like its simple Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental [Bridge] Taught the fruit how to eat itself I'd do the same damn thing, stuck on the shelf And this a long damn flight to be by myself It's not my damn business when they drag you to hell Fuck your clique, hold grudges like I climbed out a well And that road not silk but it still comes through the mail No, ya words ain't slick, jib ain't cut for retail Please don't come 'round here with a story to sell [Chorus] Because my nerves might make me throw up Where's the faucet? Need some water on my temple 3 stripes, you can run it like its simple Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental Yeah, because my nerves might make me throw up Where's the faucet? Need some water on my temple 3 stripes, you can run it like its simple Lite-Brite, Minnesota on my dental [Verse 3] Taught the fruit how to eat itself I'd do the same damn thing, stuck on the shelf And this a long damn flight to be by myself It's not my damn business when they drag you to hell Fuck your clique, hold grudges like I climbed out a well And that road not silk but it still comes through the mail No, ya words ain't slick, jib ain't cut for retail Please don't come around here with a story to sell Yeah