Ghostemane - Don't Judge A Corpse By It's Toe Bag lyrics

[Verse 1: BEXEY] I don't need nobody to tell me what I am here for Counting money up while my tears fall Breaking up out the 4 walls I really want the whole world London boy in LA I'm used to the rain Underage in the strip club sipping lemonade I was confused as a kid playing hide and seek Up in a house full of naked b**hes Momma was a female pimp Flashback right here While I'm staring and glaring up at these strippers Breaking up out of my mind Not running away from signs Increasing the beam on the light I'm looking around trying to find somewhere I belong Forever in progress, fella Stuck in the clouds like a GTA online error No I don't know you I take the lonely girl higher She don't know my real name Call me "Baby Cyrus" Saying she don't feel pain Angel, why you crying then? This life is a real game But you can't retry it [Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE] Aye b**h don't be hitting my phone Aye b**h don't pull up at my show Aye Found me a kawaii hoe Aye She gave me top on the top of a mountain I'm lit like a BIC I'm the G.O.A.T Surrender life and I'm taking your soul Shang tsung with a young witch made her cum quick Hand around her throat Choke Throw her in a moat Pull up in a motherf**in' Lyft I'm reminiscing when I used ta have a pretty red donk R.I.P to the grand marquis Baby I miss you but it had to be Now I'm in another state Glowing like I'm indigo Go with the flow Hoes won't leave me lone I'm a young G.O.A.T Put a motherf**a thru the hole in the ozone Neva gonna go back home b**h