Music To My Ears!

[Verse One:]

Bon appétit!
I made it all for you
Now you run away
Away, like away from me
Paid the bill n' all
Guess better cheers up myself
Like get a quality streets
Now I'm bloody fumin'
Only two purple uns mind!
She's gave me bad luck n' all

Oh no, here we go again!
Saying the same sayings
Your too predictable
Rhymes appear like there invisible
More too life than rhyming by the syllable
They double in humble
They Think their invincible
Go sort em' out, show them real world
Starting to hear something
Likе, a really good sound
Is it in reach or out, out of of bounds?
Not quite surе but it's music to my ears!
Yeah, aye, it's music to my ears!

[Verse Two:]

It would crumble, make a massive and big tumble
Like she is nothing but trouble, but so incredible
But she make everyone feel terrible, declining jumbled
So now I'm puzzled and fumbled, probably but most possibly
She's just tryna get attention, bet either way she's good at building tension
Like given a united states pension, am I in the wrong session?
Where's the chocolate section? I'm feeling a connection
But she is the definition of perfection, oh, she's literally plastic
So turn the gun on automatic, and bring out Mr. Boombastic (Shaggy!)
This game is like yo ass PC, laggy, like a red flag, this getting heavy!
So put up the white flag, I don't surrender I mean this shit is war!
So I guess Bon voyage! Bruh, I paid for that bloody trip
So only take a sip, of course that son of a, umm, yeah she drank it all
What a greedy git, so don't tell me what to do, and we'll get on just fine
Please done give a big, tantrum, again....
What's that sound? Because It's Music To My Ears!

[Verse 3:]

God Damn It, who's god? Son, someone who's just a myth
I'm positive, mate. I am a true atheist and don't believe that shit
So I guess I'll keep sayin' that there's no afterlife, been waiting for a season three
Ricky Please?
It would crumble, make a massive and big tumble
Like she is nothing but trouble, but so incredible
But she make everyone feel terrible, declining jumbled
So now I'm puzzled and fumbled, probably but most possibly
She's just tryna get attention, bet either way she's good at building tension
Like given a united states pension, am I in the wrong session?
Where's the chocolate section? I'm feeling a connection
But she is the definition of perfection, oh, she's literally plastic
So turn the gun on automatic, and bring out Mr. Boombastic (Shaggy!)
Short Verse? Yes mate, look's like I'm running out of time with this beat
So bye, yeah, and that's it really!