Done to 3005 by Childish Gambino
I guess you're right like a direction miss conception making breakfast message sent to my phone like a text best behave yourself, or I'll complete a cipher with your chest
Rest is for the holy in that case I'm an insidious insomniac Spyro out of control like Janet or manage to tuck it back
Heads twisted like a red vine vibing to i heard it through the grapevine, wine spilling on her dress cause she knows the baby ain't mine
Divine intervention in her thighs like a Twitter mention dont @ me afterwards girl you messed with a dispenser send her another DM trending like a hot topic tropical black and milds fill the air like humidity in the tropics watch it as i run this track like 2 dudes on Jada fire admire the way i stroke the beat like Ron Jeremy without desire in a streetcar like an orphan but selling out like market organs absorbing all the hate like spongebob or captain Morgan
-Neroamee Alucard
