Dylan Ross - Fruit Hat lyrics

[Verse 1] Prepare for the heavenly bar lord And my fingers always smell like 70's cardboard Allow me to open up the barn door Piss on rappamet I deface I've been on that I had alotta sh** happen in the past couple months But you could take my mind off it if that a** double plump No country bump Just cruise for the primary color sport Walkman that you primarily sport often The most wanted big wig digging some diggable digs with a Sampler Nicknamed a wig splitter The big sh**ter addicted to Twitter Shouting out, letting ya'll know I'm back in my groove just lounging out Unbeknownst to the clowns with the rubber noses Try to smell my sh** and wined up smelling the roses And I'm Branville bound dog, f**ing posers I'ma splatter this onion shutnee under samosas [Hook] I rock the fruit hat, Carmen Miranda Wig Attracting fruit bats, scheming on my twig and figs [x4] [Verse 2] Hate me or hate on my team But I'm vegan so I don't mess around with beef I go straight for the green I say what I mean and mean what I say I believe I'm the greatest And if you don't believe it, believe what you may I'm the bizarre writer Spark igniter All nighter House of O'Haire country club cigar lighter My method is only of the utmost elements Definitely heavy scent Sweet Lap is irrelevant to my interests That's what I'm about building Someone stacks that like the waist size of one of the overweight children But I was one of those though Solo Dolo I don't sell sh** cause I could never afford the promo I don't stack the odds against me But the one who does also knows the reason everybody started to detest me And when it starts to depress me Click the testes, Chocolate Claire signing off Dylan Gretzky [Hook]