Adele

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Okay, I'll take down your credit card number right now, then
And we'll have that right for ya, if you wanna give me that
I use cash
You use cash? Oh, how convenient, yes
I gotta eat, guy, what do you think of that?
You gotta eat what, eat 96 fucking pounds of ribs? Yeah
You wanna leg wrestle? Get together?
Yeah, I'll fucking leg wrestle, you shut the fuck up

ZeroWorld

[Hook: tropes]
Ah, like a door on the side of a mill
Don't know what I wanna do, I'll go to hell
Music got me dancing like Adele
Green fit, Koopa Troopa with a shell
I want more, I want more
But they keep on saying that I'm done for
I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war
Let it last, TV screen with the bomb port

[Verse 1: tropes]
That's the last time I tell a bro to fucking text me
Respect me, that's all that I ask for but it's ten sheets
Try to paint the picture like an artist, you're the enemy
Pretend to be what everybody wants and you lose everything
You lost a clique, you lost your friends now
Started shit, but it's no fault but your own
You leave it up to the phone, and it's not if you're alone
You pick and choose all the time, I just be waiting in line

[Interlude]
Fucking waste my time with 96 fucking reports of spare ribs, okay? I know you're trying to have fun, but
Hey
Seriously, fucking think about it, okay? We're [?]

[Verse 2: Mason Infinity]
Yeah, I listened to your song, I think it's boring
When you turn your music on I'm fucking snoring
When I'm off a couple pills I feel like soaring
I feel like clarifying I don't do drugs
Take a step back, I don't even think that
Yeah, I'm with my boy and we ain't even look back
Find a new way, I'm the cool way
See me right, right, right, see me escape

[Hook: tropes]
Ah, like a door on the side of a mill
Don't know what I wanna do, I'll go to hell
Music got me dancing like Adele
Green fit, Koopa Troopa with a shell
I want more, I want more
But they keep on saying that I'm done for
I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war
[?] TV screen with the [?] port