Lyrics

New shoes new flicks new message I had to bring myself into the present I cannot reconcile you're on my guest list I had to plot my escape plan a direction I had to tuck the K like an erection I had to fuck on tape that's a confession If I don't run away that's a blessing New shoes new flicks new message Guess i'ma materialist I love the fashion Whenever i'm high as shit I get to blasting Found out shit was counterfeit I had to trash it You wanted to count on it that shit is tragic Whatevеr you wanna hit you know I have it If there ain't a blunt to lick thеn I be fasting You lacking credit on your namesake Heart be thumping like the 808 Do whatever just to save face Plugging into my mainframe You lacking credit on your namesake Plugging into my main Do whatever just to save face Plugging into my