Queen's Disease

(álbum: Chekhov's Gun - 2023)

Ah

Baby, where's your crown? How many karats?
No more purple for the drip, ain't you embarrassed?
If it ain't copacetic then she might have to dead it
Tell you a lie with those blue eyes and say she never said it

Do you belong me when I pull up to the party with a party bag?
With the whole cul de sac, where the homies at?
Who try to reach you? But a friend, she a preacher man
She don't need a man, you will understand

Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed
Got exactly what you want, but don't know what you need
Backwoods and backshots, you can barely breathe
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Oh, woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah, oh yeah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Baby, is it cold? All the gold on your neck (On your neck)
It's time for me and you, I saw from your Patek (Don't need that watch)
Should need that two-tone Rollie with baguettes, nothing less (Ah)
But you can't show your queen, no disrespect, oh no

You even saw me, yet you pull up to my party with a party bag?
With the whole cul-de-sac, where the real ones at?
Been trying to get at you, but they freezing like a statue
We just stare at them, but the [vaccine in your cup? 1:41], now you don't need no friend

Heart attacks from your sleeve, baby, let it bleed
Got exactly what you want but don't know what you need
Backwoods and backshots, you can barely breathe
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Oh, woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah, oh yeah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease

Oh, woah, oh woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease
Oh, woah, oh woah-woah
Spoiled rotten at the core with the Queen's disease