Lyrics

[Verse 1: EP] Waiting for my physical to ascend to give me flowers Rather sip whiskey sours in the wee hours Three showers scouring cologne to spray Hitting Joni in Boney Hay for pony play The only way parlay then scoop some bucks From soup to nuts hop in a coupe deluxe The two poo-putts with loot influx Unscrupulous off the Vermouth and dust [Verse 2: Matter ov Fact] The shit ain't new to us he's waiting for you to spark it Committing fairway fraud not on the linx but the supermarket Terrorize the canned foods department In State property jeans with twenty two compartments (Hey you stop right there) Many talents like Kareem Jabbar Trained stuntman careen a car Play a mean guitar Staring like they've never seen a star Cloaked out dancing bachata at bailarina bars [Verse 3: EP] A Ganga strictly biz cause being broke evokes a ton of pain Rather run a Twitch sub train than run a train Once we settle out it's whatever black Middletown milfs with queen of spade tats above the a crack DNA jacked (In fact) They respect the dwar E to the P And MOF the born ectomorph Run the course until he's wrinkled like a Sharpei Carpe diem with sweaty palms so pass the Carpe [Verse 4: Matter ov Fact] Vicky won't licky uh Icky She's too picky uh On each piggy a paronychia Ask Nicki she's a cult townie From Humboldt County Down to bolt from her bounty Use Downy on the black cloak rare couture Bare stomach full of air and hair bezoars We share s'mores on some velour chairs indoors Prepare for wars, on/off land and shores