Brad pitt

Ah, fuck, fuck
Hold on

Chill as hell
Help, hard to keep my head still
Hella lost detail
But hell, I'm just a male still
Got zero Advil, but this Advil bottle got filled
You can't have my avocado
I'ma eat 'til guts spill

Leaking information, that's my occupation
Doctor, doctor, we lost another patient
They say make it make sense
My type raging
Blood type probably just negative, no letter
New haircut, I look like Brad Pitt, don't I?
You'd fuck me in the backseat, don't lie
Cash keeps coming when I'm flaccid, no drive
What's that?
I thought it was a rule of thumb
The prince of music
You can hum, clap hands to the drum
Moving some
'Bout to drive a moving van through a stump
Two truths and one loose lip to get you super numb
I'm super lit, thinking harder than a Buddhist monk

Haha (haha)
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Two truths and one loose lip to get you super numb

Check on me, check if my alarms set
Check if I get home late
Check if I don't text back
Check me out when I'm out, 'cause I be on fleek
Check came in, I spent it all on fresh laundry
Yes indeed, I got my shadow back, 'cause I invited it
If they accusing me of dark magic, I ain't fighting it
The sun got my eye in it
The moon stepped in
In 2017, I only had moonrocks on

Just give me two seconds to put my shoes back on
She's grasping at straws, tryna get the mood back on
I have a moodboard in case I go into medicine
Supreme scrubs
If it happens, know I was ahead of them
Certain Beverly Hills giving me highs
I'm not the best out, I'm the best alive