This shit makes me feel like I'm playing Pikmin
Got diagnosed with make some music shit addiction
I'm back outside and throwing three's like NBA wishes
We in aquariums and shit, just tryna swim with fishes
This shit has fish lips written all over spaghetti hair pasta
Looking I go black clover I'm the type to leave come back
And make a worse October I'm the type to skip a nap
Just to whack a stoner
This that, Yves and richie Three, even richie eats
They saw me brandishing the heat, Jimmy Butler knead
I got one hand on Hennessy, the other hand on me
She calls me Lucki Ecks, I text her randomly
She really cannot handle me I got her show teeth I got
The boys here wearing black and blue like we imitate police
I'm intimate with freaks I ain't talking weirder gs
I mean the shit that me and k f*ck wit every single week
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This shit makes me feel like I'm playing Pikmin
Got diagnosed with make some music shit addiction
I'm back outside and throwing three's like NBA wishes
We in aquariums and shit, just tryna swim with fishes
This shit has fish lips written all over spaghetti hair pasta
Looking I go black clover I'm the type to leave come back
And make a worse October I'm the type to skip a nap
Just to whack a stoner
This that, Yves and richie Three, even richie eats
They saw me brandishing the heat, Jimmy Butler knead
I got one hand on Hennessy, the other hand on me
She calls me Lucki Ecks, I text her randomly
She really cannot handle me I got her show teeth I got
The boys here wearing black and blue like we imitate police
I'm intimate with freaks I ain't talking weirder gs
I mean the shit that me and k f*ck wit every single week
Got diagnosed with make some music shit addiction
I'm back outside and throwing three's like NBA wishes
We in aquariums and shit, just tryna swim with fishes
This shit has fish lips written all over spaghetti hair pasta
Looking I go black clover I'm the type to leave come back
And make a worse October I'm the type to skip a nap
Just to whack a stoner
This that, Yves and richie Three, even richie eats
They saw me brandishing the heat, Jimmy Butler knead
I got one hand on Hennessy, the other hand on me
She calls me Lucki Ecks, I text her randomly
She really cannot handle me I got her show teeth I got
The boys here wearing black and blue like we imitate police
I'm intimate with freaks I ain't talking weirder gs
I mean the shit that me and k f*ck wit every single week
Writer: Adam Kabongo, Olivier Kubicki
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid