SLASHED TIRED (S-1) BBY GOYARD

[Intro]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking pee stain
She rolling off that nightmare strain, we ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
And I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't, right?
They eat it up if it's seasoned right
FN firework, 4th of July
Yeah, stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deadface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking it, baby, don't tell me to get a grip

[Verse]
Don't tell me to get a grip
Left on the first, came back on the fifth
? italian, both of them fifth's
Pack-a-Punched my life, that shit wasn't hitting right
Silver bullet, wait 'til midnight
I'm getting money 'til my next life
And spawn with it all in the next life
It's all so stale — look at the shelf-life
Bunch of NPC's living behind a desk lives
My bitch will do you like a stepford wife
Bet it hit close to home
Had to get my neck turned to a snow cone