Neilaworld
Glasear

And the flowers are dying
I'm stuck in 1942, feel like I'm flying
Bitch, look at my belt, it's Orion
I'm 'bout to dive inside your bitch, fuck that, I slide in
And the flowers are dying
I'm stuck in 1942, feel like I'm flying
Bitch, look at my belt, it's Orion
I'm 'bout to dive inside your bitch, fuck that, I slide in

Okay, it's D-O-A and ryster goin' spastic
Yeah, hop in a whip, go fuckin' 80 through the traffic
Ain't counting up no bands, I keep that shit in plastic
Ayy, you thought you was on, but you not, boy, that must be tragic, I'm laughin'
I know you upset boy, 'cause this ain't what you thought it was
Yeah, remember all that shit you said and what you thought it was
Yeah, I hop inside a Gls, I used to take the bus
Yeah, I had to cut a couple friends 'cause they was fake as fuck
Yeah, ridin' 'round the city with motherfucking ericdoa
Phineas and Ferb, what did you do today?
Yeah, fast and the furious, I can never slam the brakes
Feelin' like Lebron, had to take my talent down to La
Yeah, look at the colors on my belt, that shit look like M& M's
Yeah, used to be so down bad, but now I pull up in a Benz
Ridin' with my brothers, feel like Drake, only no new friends
On top of the world, baby, I ain't got no time to make new friends

And the flowers are dying
I'm stuck in 1942, feel like I'm flying
Bitch, look at my belt, it's Orion
I'm 'bout to dive inside your bitch, fuck that, I slide in
And the flowers are dying
I'm stuck in 1942, feel like I'm flying
Bitch, look at my belt, it's Orion
I'm 'bout to dive inside your bitch, fuck that, I slide in