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[?] in Kazakhstan
I just wanna feel you, you're not just a fan
I just wanna hear you, wanna hear you say
Wanna sing to you, give a drink
Not alcohol, not at all
I just wanna give you water
I just wanna catch you
When you fall, baby, you're so sweet
I just wanna sing to ya for your feet
You're precious, don't work too hard
You're sexy, I wanna see
You undressing in my bedroom
Just a blessing
As I walk through
I'm flexing, I gotta sing for you
So I'm testing, if this microphone works
On my iPhone
Do you wanna hear me scream?
Do you wanna hear a song?
Do you wanna sing along?
Do you wanna hear me dreaming?
Do you want an astral projection?
Then you fiending
Why do you want a beast
Walking round in your house
With the iPhone in your motherfucking blouse
Do you wanna see me when [?] mouse
Come to Disney World
And I'll be walking around in my cosplay
I'm gonna play all my Yu-Gi-Oh
With my brother team and we fucking beat a hoe
At a duel anytime, do you wanna see me
Do you wanna ride, do you wanna fucking scream
Do you have the time
Come to my studio and write a line
Do you wanna fucking scream? Do you have the time?
Do you wanna fucking be halfway all the time?
Then you fucking drink, drink
Do you wanna fucking think like a three year old?
Do you wanna fucking be like a asshole?
Do you wanna fucking scream on a back road?
Do you wanna be broke down really bad?
Do you wanna have no debt and no sad days
And I wanna fucking pray 'cause I got clay
Right next to me, me, Mr Murphy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Shoutout to my mom, that ain't Leonard Susan
And she got it all, she got love and she got
Real respect, mane, I don't talk to ya
With your fucking name, boiling in my blood
Bitch, I'm fucking crazy, I got something in my blood
And it's fucking bleeding on the floor and it's mud
And I gotta step, I'm a soldier
I don't got a fucking quest, besides beatings
Saying in a chest, I'ma show him how he's weaker than my veterans
I got grandpa, I got soldiers on the fucking ground
And they sleeping out in Hollywood now
On a cold-ass floor, what the fuck, mane
Why they doing that to 'em, why they gotta say?
You ain't welcome in a motherfucking VA
Come on, pull up on me if you wanna be okay?
Come to me grandpa Joe and I'ma see you okay
Let's pray together, I just wanna get my Bible
Yo, I'm fucking better, with it in my fucking right hand
When I'm sweating, I got money and I gotta fucking go and spend it
I wanna be up in all my FJs with my brothers
Having told you plans 'cause we know we're cousins
Communicating telepathically like [?]
And I got a motherfucking little sister too
And it's J. Lynn, and I know that
That could be my fucking niece, but I know
When I see [?]
I'ma show her what I got, oh I'ma get it right
I don't give a fuck 'bout nobody but letter man
They [?] fucking punch 'em when I see his head
I don't give a fuck 'bout anyone, I'ma show ya
I'ma show ya how me and my brothers are so drugged
I'ma pull up to the studio about myself
I'm making an album with nobody, don't need help
Pull up to the soldiers with my fucking graystone
I'ma tell 'em where the planet, let's get all alone
And I'll show you where to sit in the fucking dirt
When you see me after eighteen fucking years
When you see me I'ma be so fucking fearless of you all
Do you wanna talk? To me [?] to me
Any fucking time now, gotta spit it out
Mouth full of spit, 'cause I been rapping
With no water, gotta take a sip