Breakfast At Hillary’s

Tattoos on my body but I wanna remove them
Rip to all my old friends I never knew them
Too many clothes I just lose them
I’m running for the Beverly Hills
Frames for the shade there attached to me
And like my surfboard your attached to me
Dead on the floor you got me lungy
I don’t wanna I’m too ugly

Pull-up in my own car I don’t need a taxi
Tha girl is fine she can’t go out like Nancy
This just told me I’m classy
And when we get rich we will live fancy
Feel like Ben stiller
My pockets on Botox, lip filller
I’m not a winner I’ve been a sinner
Might be your figure but you look so familiar

I need a mansion somewhere in Beverly
All of these witches acting they should be in Waverley
New Glock, Valerie
Blood in my cup, Hillary
I hope they don’t sacrifice me and my team