spy?

I think, maybe

Hold on, I'll try to give it another go

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My my, I think we have a spy

I'll swing my fist, you turn your face, I hit the other side

I-I'll-I'll die, so, why can't I decide?

My brain might self-destruct, I'll lose myself to suicide-suicide

My my, I think we have a spy

I'll swing my fist, you turn your face, I hit the other side

I-I'll-I'll die, so, why can't I decide?

My brain might self-destruct, I'll lose myself to suicide-suicide

Wockhardt on my dresser and I'm saving it for later

Look at your bills, my bills elevator

I woke up feeling fruity, guess I'm feeling like a hater

Where I come from, you can't flip, you ain't a skater

And this is just a neighborly conversation with neighbors

They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table

And if you were to kick up and make another distraction

I could hit the door and be out if I am enabled

I won't be what you want to be, I-I-I-I, E-E-E-E

Kill my pets, label me a freak, I-I-I-I, E-E-E-E-E-E

I've lost bets but that's on me, I-I-I-I, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ah

Kill my friends, fuck the police, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh

My my, I think we have a spy

I'll swing my fist, you turn your face, I hit the other side

I-I'll-I'll die, so, why can't I decide?

My brain might self-destruct, I'll lose myself to suicide-suicide

My my, I think we have a spy

I'll swing my fist, you turn your face, I hit the other side

I-I'll-I'll die, so, why can't I decide?

My brain might self-destruct, I'll lose myself to suicide-suicide

I lean on my dresser, huh

Thinking everyday, huh

"How could I be extra, huh?"

I'ma find a way, uh

You can despite me all you want but I'll be paid, uh

You can drink my piss from a glass, lemonade, yeah

Me like this type of instrumental, yeah

Instrumental

Avatar moves, elemental

Elemental

Weed mad loud like a kettle

Like a kettle

Crank that bass, no treble, yeah

No treble

You can hit me on my seven digits

On my digits

Text me, baby, yeah, I meant it

Oh, goddamn

Try not to get sentimental

Stupid bitch

Yeah, you like me, baby, yeah, I get it

You an idiot

Lucky like a lottery, please don't try to talk to me

What? What? What?

I'ma try to walk away if you try to talk to me

Shut the fuck up

Baby wanna fuck in my truck that's parked in my farm

Take her 'round the barn, show lil' shawty that I'm hard

My my, I think we have a spy

I'll swing my fist, you turn your face, I hit the other side

I-I'll-I'll die, so, why can't I decide?

My brain might self-destruct, I'll lose myself to suicide-suicide

My my, I think we have a spy

I'll swing my fist, you turn your face, I hit the other side

I-I'll-I'll die, so, why can't I decide?

My brain might self-destruct, I'll lose myself to suicide-suicide

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