战斗机fighterjets Lyrics

I'm just praying on some crypto, hit a joint and close my eyes

Threw away some candy wrappers

Hit the bin like every time

I just need some girls with cat ears and no OnlyFans to slide

I'm not picky, I just know what's not the move and what's the vibe

Sometimes when I think about my childhood I end up crying

Not because that it was fucked up

But because that it was nice

I know no one understands me because I don't know who I am

I know that I can't become another person but I'll try

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess

I expunge my lungs exhale my stress

Matthew Williams on my chest

I get high like fighter jets

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess

I expunge my lungs exhale my stress

Matthew Williams on my chest

I get high like fighter jets

I think I should call the preacher

Because I need an exorcism

Gotta stay on the ball

Gotta stay sharp like an extra pair of scissors

Fuck the globalists

I'm a speedy motorist

I'm the shooter I'm on the grassy knoll up here

9/11 I got building 7 on my wrist

Cooking with the work

I feel like Marina Abramovic

If u fuck with me then you're probably on a list

I control the weather, HAARP with it

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess

I expunge my lungs exhale my stress

Matthew Williams on my chest

I get high like fighter jets

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess

I expunge my lungs exhale my stress

Matthew Williams on my chest

I get high like fighter jets