V FOR VICTORY ft. VALDOXAN Lyrics

On the edge of the desert, around Barstow

I'm at heaven's gates like bro what's the passcode

Life is bigger than the shit up on your smartphone

Instagram doesn't hide the fact that you're an arsehole (Private account)

I'm just trying to (Uhh) Sarah Silverman

Foot up on your door and then I (Uhh), then I kick it in

Full fledged narco, I need some Ritalin

Your words are coming out but I'm not fucking listening

(Rest in peace) R.I.P. Minnie Riperton

I'm not really sure if it's a key that I'm singing in

I wake up and get stuck in

Expensive things are actually worth nothing

I can't be arsed to breathe right now, I'ma do it later

I was bagging up bread so that I could stack my paper

I'm like Lightning McQueen and you're more like Mater

Try and ride my wave, I should call you Kelly Slater (Oi Doxy)

This shit ain't written, the servant of the infinite

Beyblade the pussy, when I hop in I been ripping it

Beheading the beat when I said that I'm killing it

I'm filling in for the man who don't talk much (What?)

What that mean?

Hoes pull up to the scene with their coke nose

Blowing smoke I'm with the breeze, I'm a homegrown OGB

I ain't stressing I'ma pull up like a G-O-D

I got horns on my head, I got packs in my pants

Steady coming for the bands, coming for the cash, aye

Raw shit, coming from the bottom try and talk shit

Of course bitch, you know I'm trying to throw these hands, aye

I got a oxy, tell your hottie she can call me Doxy

Everybody know I'm on it try and fucking stop me

Riko in my tummy make it rumbly

Bad motherfucker, I'm just trying to be funny (Aye what you on Flaco?)

I want a girl to call me handsome instead of calling me cute

I wake up so many mornings just wondering what to do

I'm in Purgatory it's one Hell of a view

Why the fuck would I ever wanna look like you

I need like seven digits

A girl to put some kids in listen one way or another I'ma run it up

I'ma put that on my mother, pretty boy, stone cold stunner huh

Look me in the eyes when I hit it from the front, yuh

You post boomerangs to your Instagram story

You don't understand me so you just try to ignore me

Now my heart's cold I ain't pick up when she call me

No more validation for a shorty, so corny

Every girl is lesbian

Jungle Juice got her acting, like a Thespian

She love me still cause when I hit you wasn't faking it

I cut her off, rare energy, not wasting it

Sometimes I think about you and realise that I must've looked lame

I'm praying to the person upstairs but I don't know their name

I'm asking them why you all sound the same

And I'll put my foot all up on your couch bitch I'm Rick James