Confetti

(album: The Sailor - 2019)

A home worth staying at
In my lifetime

Uh, blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doing shit without thinking, hoping God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fucking winning
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image
I'ma cut it off if I ain't getting nothing from it

Ayy, got my mother's face and my father's confidence
Walking 'round the party, always looking like the perfect blend
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil' bad bitch just turned 29
I'm only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
Mmm, if you listening, congrats, you just discovered fire
I looked at the clock, guess what, lil' bitch? It's time to die
She behind on rent
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck
You wear loafers to the club, don't tell me you deserve respect
You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate
(She gon')

Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doing shit without thinking, hoping God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy)

Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch
Your dream don't mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch
(Bitch)
I'm just talking facts, I'm just tryna make shit that'll flabbergast
I've been rapping, all you doing's talking fast
Man, I'm sure you could prolly do more than that
And I still got that rum up in my system
4-5 proof, that shit is so hitting
He want problem, I'ma throw fist then
Told that bitch send me the location
Ass fat, she need attitude fixing
I'm sick, I got terminal trillness
My next album, call that shit Hit List
I kill shit and you are my witness

Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doing shit without thinking, hoping God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fucking winning
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain't got time to give a fuck or worry 'bout my image
I'ma cut it off if I ain't getting nothing from it