3 Belts Sybyr

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[Chorus]
Three belts (Belts)
Fuck your feelings, felt (They felt)
Rub it together, felt (Felt)
Wash 'em together? Melt (Melt)
I was—

[Interlude]
E
E, E

[Chorus]
I got on three belts (Belts)
Fuck your feelings, felt (They felt)
Rub it together, felt (Felt)
Wash 'em together? Melt (Melt)

[Verse]
I was on to the dirt (Dirt)
Fire can't put me out, no hurt (No)
You can't hit my line to work (No work)
Busy watching birdies chirp (They chirp)
Busy out here, makin' work (Work)
Makin' something tangible (Tangible)
Canibal (Canibal), radical (Radical)
Can't put handles on the stove
It burns without you touchin', hurt (Yeah)
Wash me down in diamonds
While we forecast how much fella gon' serve
Run it up like it's dish detergent
Press that button like "Fuckin' urgent"
Cut nigga's minds up, general surgeon
Find your purpose, find your worthless
Sniff the purple, smart like Urkel
How you spell that man's name?
I don't know, I wouldn't even care
How these Purrp niggas double-dare
All while sittin' back in a chair?