Macalay Culkin Lyrics

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My phone whole week

Yet I make the pull

Enter your league

I whip my steed

Enter your street

Just to end up

Tending to your need

Are you lil phony

Do little pony

Yet cutie pie

I cannot die

Just for a ride

Where did you lie

Why are those guys

Tailing each light

Slow break they drive

I whip to side

Slow break they drive

I whip to side

They take a right

I wonder why

They bash and they slide

I grip at your thighs

It'll be alright

Lil concussion

Ain't shit to your life

Baby this is your fault

Fault

Fault

Fault

Now I make this vault

Vault

Vault

Vault

My people all call

Call

Call

Where you been at bruh

Bruh

Bruh

Red the town we been painting with your bra

Bra

Bra

Bra

Bra

Now this shit has gone tits up

Up

Up

Up

This night has be way too long

I'm just too tired to go on

I do not fear the unknown

So I go

Home alone

Home alone

Why

Do I lock up myself

Why

Do I not ask for help

Why

Sit on the top shelf

If

I can't drink myself

I wonder am I full

Have I seen too many pulled

Triggered with these things do

When you say when they can't do

I can't be quiet

Not when I'm lit

I riot

Cuz this world is on fire

Ask who is the fyest

Don't matter we all dying

I just wanna do it in bed

Idea in head