Whatever Rav

[Intro]
Ayo, y'all ever be like...
Blahlblablablhblbabalbalbhblalhbablblblbl
...Yeah, me neither..
That'd be weird, y'know?
And I'm not weird
I'm just vibing, you know?
Vibe with me

[Chorus]
Peach Fuzz, Puppy Love in the kitchen
What you got in that cup there?
Pour it into my engine, that's what's up
Peach Fuzz, Puppy Love in the kitchen
What you got in that cup there?
Pour it into my engine, that's what's up

[Verse]
Rav!
Call this whatever
Not stifled by titles, labels or subtitles
Descriptions, depictions, dismissive recitals
Call me into pain or call me suicidal or call me washеd up
You can call me your idol, your mentor, your homie
Your rival, your studеnt, your curse
And your bible, your need to resort, shit is primal
But you getting it wrong, isn't my fault I'm titled
It's what I am, guy, it's the mullin', high of the five
Feelin' tired of the underhand liars
Admiring my rubber bands, I don't even have that many
Wire me your dumb advance
Find me in my underpants
In the backyard with a King Palm
Your momma left scars on my ding dong
Your momma left God when we hit off
Your momma went goth, made my dick hard!
I'm sorry, sometimes I get childish
A product of changing environments
I wish I could change mine entirely
Before, now I'm tired as hell
Might as well get
High as hell, yeah
Why is hell?
Yeah, I'm in my bag
Rapping bag
Giving me green, don't give me grief
Feed me boudin in the leaf
'Til I'm six feet underneath (yuh)
Why do I feel incomplete?
No matter how many mean people's emails I read
Smoking dope, blood clots floating in the toilet bowl
Hoping that's kosher at the glory hole (ew)
They say people uphold your culture, up hold your own
So you know, I figure, why not both?