Stains on white tees
I love ’em, I won’t wash
People tryna bleach
That stay like cuts
They’re my histories
My vintage
My clothes
I don’t wanna talk with you
You never understand my terms
Stains on white tees
I love ’em, I won’t wash
People tryna bleach
That stay like cuts
They’re my histories
My vintage
My clothes
Cracks on my print
Completed
It’s done
Fasten your belt tight
I’m runnin’ fast
My t-shirt’s Sonic
B*tch, you shut your mouth
Rock my language
Be iconic
Never talk too much
Believe the power of my pieces
Got some raws out in Bedford
Oh god, I spent all my money
Sh*t too tough
Like a gangster
Sh*t too tough
Like a chainsaw
Creepy face
Like Manson
My voice is never like the Tesla
My voice exhausting in your Tesla
Exhaust note in your Tesla
Never gonna clean all of my stains up
Riding like I’m V10
Sounding like Lexus
Not everyone, but some kids pay attention
Record every frame, I don’t wanna lose this tension
Stains on white tees
I love ’em, I won’t wash
People tryna bleach
That stay like cuts
They’re my histories
My vintage
My clothes
I don’t wanna talk with you
You never understand my terms
Stains on white tees
I love ’em, I won’t wash
People tryna bleach
That stay like cuts
They’re my histories
My vintage
My clothes
Cracks on my print
Completed
It’s done
I never gonna bleach my sh*t
Like three stripes on my Adidas sh*t
My piece is instinctive sh*t
Heritage, I need that sh*t
Everybody just wants some more
But it’ll finally choke us up
I need to write down my own history like movie stars
In 2001 I was born
Like the Odyssey I’d done
Shooting stars just fall
But my orbit never ends up
V12’s on my tongue
This may not be calm
Supercharger’s in my lung
This may not be calm
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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