It's the most coastal boasting from Post It's like I'm regurgitating before the toast I see the curse in her eyes, a broken cornea My sh** ain't poppin', so I'm being more cornier I mean this f**ing rhythm only here because I was dribbling, drooling, sulking and boo-hooing I lost my crew, to the d** and the pools To the kids with parents who had less rules So the sober stoner with no friends to lean a shoulder threw some quarters to buy mic holder, that entrapped his motor I always told her I was gonna be mogul She disregarded and crept for another Dakota poser
Have a blast with that Aryan a** The whole culture that f**er has is what he finds on Twitter, and hashtags He f**in' burnt, he don't lack toast He tryna' beef, but I'm intolerant of lactose I lost blokes and toking bros since the Summer froze But now I'm left alone, with thoughts that sooth the soul Supposed to die due to predisposition f** that jerking sh**, lyrically, I'm on a mission To show the schools, Mr. and Mrs. that I'm more than a man To show native americans can (To show native americans can)