Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan G Kupper
Songwriter
Lyrics
Woke up in the morning brush my teeth with a revolver
Bumping 3rd Carter my bitch serve my horderves
I said thanks for the lobster
She said this isn't lobster
I said it smell like lobster you should wash your vagina
Mind spin helicopter she accost me with a Mossberg
Tip of the iceberg
She said I'll call my father who's a mobster
He'll board you with water
And leave you with a proctor till approximately August or Autumn
You gon' need a doctor to Prosper
When I cut your balls off and stick em in a condom
Back seat of the Impala bumping Lloyd Banks
Haha I bet you thought I was gonna say Tame Impala
I feel just like Bruce Wayne
But I don't save hoes no thanks
Barbados with a bad ting
She got mad I shot blanks
I got mad she talked back
She just lacking common sense
Ironic gives the bombest head
I swear she just love arguing
Slap her till she calm again
Off the board like Rodman
She said wait it's Ramadan
I said wait
I didn't know you were
I didn't know you were Muslim, Dope
Okay I can't miss
I'm Stephen against the Knicks left two threes
Hanging and went straight to the bench with
3 Pills in the Zip
Clicquot on my wrist
Keynote make my flinch
Pupils getting thick, bitch
I feel like a bum but she make me feel rich yes
Road-head in the Range seems to always do the trick
Chill and get faded
Chill and get faded
Mama don't mind me I'm jaded
I wish I never made it
I wish I had more patience
I think we in the Matrix
So lets chill and get faded
Don't mind me I'm jaded
Writer(s): Jonathan Kupper
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