FLOR!DA MAN

[Intro]
You know, [?] was a good show but, I just got one thing to say
Fuck true will, all my homies hate true will
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what

[Verse]
PA to FL, for just the weekend I’m your florida man
Like contraband, I'm stashed and fucking screaming from the trunk
Ditch yo boyfriend, ditch that punk
He a posing pussy anyways, hahaha
Leave his body disassembled in the underpass
Nerve gas, blowing out the pipe of my exhaust
All these pussies wanna get like me but can’t afford the cost, mannnn
I could go for days so why not shut your fucking mouth for once and hear out what I say
I've been had murder on my mind since I was thirteen and a quarter
Storing bodies like a hoarder, not a diagnosed disorder
I can’t simply tell a therapist I want to see her organs
Then proceed to fuck her skull, so I can get some understanding of this cold cruel world
My envisions so swirled, 'cause this cold cruel world likes to beat me to its core
Fuck me like its whore, swear I’m always fucked up
They say I manifest my chaos, well then why not switch it up
I’ll try talking like I'm not the fucking pinnacle of cynical
My mind be playing tricks on me like, can I trust you?
Can I really trust you, or you gon' burn me like fuckers who I thought I could trust
No merc' like it’s rust
I got scum on my scope so I’m shooting all hope
That you’ll ever make changes to your shit demeanor
Sipping on cleaner, I’m wiping the counter
Flopping like flounder, blah blah blah blah
You’re not my friend, you’re just someone I know
I see all your intentions, a hoe for the glow
You just want features to flex who you know
But a feature ain't shit if you’re moving too slow
No one ever noticed you in school, did they?
Now you’re shooting up the party on a good day