Coffin

[Intro]
Lil' Chubbs

[Verse 1]
Yo, this game about to drive my mind cuckoo
I’m not your rival, I'm your fucking style guru
All from a couple shit freestyles up on my YouTube
Shout to ballerinas; like it? I buy two-two
I wouldn't lie to you, I put my hand to God above
I used to be mad he didn't answer us
But then I got more popular
Real as fuck, being honest here
I dreamed of this life on the bus (Front row)
But last six months, I needed drugs for every time I thought of her
I saw the white van coming for me
But it was just the courier (Look, there it go)
Dropping off awards I won by accident, I'm like Forrest Gump
Message to my enemies: thanks for being part of my fairytale
I lay with models like every day
And I treat my laurels like a bed of nails
I used to steal attire (What?)
As a minor (As a minor)
From Rundle Mall Myer (Rundle Mall Myer)
To look flyer (To look flyer)
I live my life to the fullest
Damn, my heart is still ticking
Then I’m going straight to hell
I'm tryna chill with Little Nicky, yeah

[Chorus]
Angel in my phone, she just said, "Hey"
And I been tryna hit since the tenth grade
Told her, "I'm for now, not every day"
Because I'll be a problem till I’m in my coffin (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Angel in my phone, she just said, "Hey" (Said, "Hey")
And I been tryna hit since the tenth grade (Tenth grade)
Told her, "I'm for now, not every day"
Because I'll be a problem till I’m in my coffin

[Verse 2]
There's two things that I never miss: sessions and women (Ayy)
That's a lie, but lying feels just that much better than wishin' (Ayy)
There's two things that I don't mix: friendship and ambition
I feel like Axl Rose in '87, the present edition
And I got all the girls that heaven is missing, my guardian angels
I got to start going to church
'Cause my life's so good, I gotta be thankful
I'm having trouble with falling in love
But fucking, I'll always be able
And I'm such a patriot, getting more head than a cross into Cahill
Hold up now
I might be the world's most surrounded loner, uh
No wonder that my nose is powder-coated, uh
I know nothing is forever, now's my moment, uh
When you see me—*cough*—now you choking
Yes, I love running this city, I should run for city office
But I'm too busy running the city to run the city
Now that's a tricky problem
And I'm sleeping on their mixtape
Should have called it Egyptian cotton
I get beauty sleep on their catalogues
That's why I’m so pretty looking

[Chorus]
Angel in my phone, she just said, "Hey" (Said, "Hey")
And I been tryna hit since the tenth grade (Tenth grade)
Told her, "I'm for now, not every day"
Because I'll be a problem till I’m in my coffin
Angel in my phone, she just said, "Hey" (Said, "Hey")
And I been tryna hit since the tenth grade (Tenth grade)
Told her, "I'm for now, not every day"
Because I'll be a problem till I’m in my coffin

[Outro]
Bury me with my money