Open Season (Farewell) Lyrics

Sleeps and wake ups

Nerves all in a twist

Rearrange said guts

Nothin feels all amiss

limb drops phantom

Like the og thang

Pain feel so good

Stims like when I sang

Droppin bars, now

that I feel so free

Found fulfillment

Happy as can be

Ava's back, puberty round three

This time I came to compete

No longer a washed fella

With a hangin' swangin' memba

Lookie there, on the riverwalk

Who's that bimbo beanstalk? I

Want what she got when she walk, a

Strut make erryone talk

Thigh gaps for days n days

Wider than marianas fray

Slipped stitches make me pray

That everything turn out okay

Like a lego in the sun

My anxiety cease to run

Well just a lil, i'm predisposed

So i hide like ninja in smoke

Or just maybe up 40 floors

Like mid rona 'natin' indoors

Livin' my new life so carefree

Views far as the eye can see

Sexy bitch in my bed

Isotopes in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

Sexy bitch in my bed

Isotopes in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

Sexy bitch in my bed

Isotopes in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

I got so lucky, glad to be out

That was a journey, no doubt

'Nality had hand iterations

now you can be bringin' libations

Semi-sober, your foe

Now I just smoke on the go

Catch me in Chi or maybe New York

Come up to chat but don't be no dork

Give me my boundaries at least 2 ft'

Before you even attempt to speak

Boy you be askin' for too much

No you can't fuckin' munch

This pussy is royalty, tax free

Though maybe you'll see 2-Ds

Watch yo hands lil bitch

Assault and I throw a fit

Got me hidin' n' layin' low

New wave beats n' plotted flow

Had to recoup in the loop

No I ain't eatin' no soup

Only wheats end, best damn goop

Y'all got me dreamin' of tha loot

Wishin for a Frank fate

Except for a chella date

Y'all got stiffed but overreacted

Bullyin' his grieving asses

Sexy bitch in my bed

Chorus in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

Sexy bitch in my bed

Chorus in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

Sexy bitch in my bed

Chorus in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

What's next Ava? The world's your oyster

Maybe a place with a lil more moisture

Not too much, my hair go poof

Like Monica, latitudes Tulum

Won't be long til Im off like Akiko

Flyin the jet like i put in a cheat code

Here comes my space ship, quarter past two

Look above river for an orange hue

Flyin' away as fast as we can

Leavin' behind all of tha clan

Never no hood let me be clear

Only technics protect my ear

Err maybe maxes, wear them too

when i relaxes in front of tha tube

Watchin ted lasso or maybe silo

Recitin' bebop, eyes close

Dreams start to flicker into existence

Eye movement rapid, shiftin'

Future slippin' like time on a thread

Third eye readin' like a tape head

Car rides with Harlow, he know whats next

No more workin' like I got a debt

Free as a pigeon or maybe a finch

I know whats next comes with a hitch

Responsibili to everyone else

Or I'll get thrown out on a shelf

Sexy bitch in my bed

Isotopes in my head

He got with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

Sexy bitch in my bed

Chorus in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

Sexy bitch in my bed

Chorus in my head

He should be with me instead

Fuckin' 'til we both are dead