MellowHype feat. Tyler, The Creator - 64 | Текст песни

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• MellowHype feat. Tyler, The Creator
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[Intro]
Ain't nothing new nigga, just something new

[Verse 1]
I never trust faith with my trust funds
I keep it in a safe place nigga, lump sum
Camera surveillance a bunch of fucking stun guns
I'm a snare to the drum, burum-bum-bum
Her virgin homicide I show her how we drum-a-drum
She doesn't come for me, bitch only say she come for fun
What's up hunny bun, wanna feel your tummy rum?
Rumbling in a ring with pills to fucking numb
Your system is my fucking dick-dom
Feel the friction of my children with down syndrome
I'm rehearsing for my funeral, triple six, Roman numerals
MellowHype musical, talk to my wolves like Dolittle
Think with a migrane like a fucking eye strain
Drink bottles of champagne on a fucking biplane
If it doesn't add up then ask the students my name
I'm fucking Einstein, I'm sane

[Hook]
Knock, knock! Delivery, I'm the rhetorician
Body decomposition, ripping through your rhythm
I suggest you stop and listen to this non-prescription
Fuck your contradiction, this my composition

[Verse 2]
Leprechaun, hexagon, I transform: Decepticon
Rasputin, I'm half mutant, fuck financial aid, cash students
I'm too pursuant to over-do shit, super fluent
My flow is overheated it needs coolant, shit
Fuck being poor and return to the school and shoot it up
While I shoot it like a porno bitch with cool whip, shit
I dive scuba, barracuda, shark water in Cuba
Chicken head of the sea, but I don't fucking eat tuna
I sneak her in my room like Puma
My bedroom's Jerusalem and I'm Judah
Suck on my Messiah or die and cry a fire
Truth is the curse of liars so is Mrs. Doubtfire
Fat bitches, dope beats is what my niggas acquire
If you're broke, get a cast, bitch I'm dope, do the math
Triple six, sipping through a golden flask
Salute Mellowhype or mustard gas, I ain't gay but I'm a fucking ass

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