Don't mind me
It's my time
I've waited patiently
Here in line I want it all
I want everything
I want it all I want every
1974 the whole sky been at war
And my reign is finna pour
For those nights we didn't have it
Your bitch thought I was but I wasn't
I paid a fortune for my fortunates
Paper moon clone humans
Music blaring out the Buick
They thought I blew it Patrick Ewing
But you can't treat me optional
I been dreaming of a ghost here
Shit been getting really spooky
The driving is getting smoked out Scooby
Said knew and probably knew me
Probably judge me if the saw me
I can't be your only hope I'm making music for your fears
Demons circle around my love like its musical chairs
Diamond chains on a boat
Slaves repeat themselves when I can only give you what I'm thinking
I can only give you Curtis angle brains blown in the Lincoln