[Hook x2]
Maybe I'm strange to you
But I'm okay to me
There's a cure for AIDS
But they wanna clear the streets
Your opinion is invalid please don't even speak
But you can drop it [and] bust it open till it's obsolete
[Verse 1: Pouya]
I got myself too much, but then I think about it
These rappers s**, you hear my sh** you turning up the volume
You at the club getting drunk and I'm sitting in my room
Chilling like a wine cooler, one word to define Pouya
I f** with me, I love myself
I hate you hoes, I hate your attitude
But I love the way you f** behind them closed doors
Come closer to me, get comfortable
I ain't Dr. Huxtable, I know it's hard to trust me though
Your so cold you make my nuts shrivel up
Morons taking Oxy till their body pretty ugly
I can't stand them, selecting randoms at my show
But sometimes it's just for show, I think this year I'll let you know
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Face c**aine white
p**y panther pink
f** the sink
I'm bout to lay you on that mink
What you think?
...
Imma put you on that bed and lay your head down
You gotta pay your bills or it's man down
There's 7 billion more like you
And a good percentage of them don't even have no clue
f** you I don't know what to do [x8]