Celebrity Crush

Gyally warn fuck, she hitting me up

But won't turn up on my b-day

Life gave man lemons, I took those signs

Replied, let's skip to the three-way

Try get a man spun, are you dumb?

I leave that shit to my DJ

Babe, we can get lunch in a month

There's still 1.6 in my eBay

Real **** shit, what you telling me, darg?

I know star signs try telling me stuff

It might sound like an extremity but

Trust, I think I need therapy, darg

Cover my face, cool, she might try setting me up

This life ain't getting me far

Trust, still your celebrity crush

Leave town 'cah the tour life popping, I jump on stage and the style on flee

But I just cleaned my vomit, I hope it ain't bait when the lights on me

Drunk as fuck in the bathroom, tripping but man got bitches, so hmm, it's cool

Still might might bill it, and tell bro grip it, if them pagans tryna slide on me

She think I'm glad to see her, it's just rent money that's stuck in my trousers

Mum said I got issues, I'm right there witchu, I still need hunnids of thousands

Told shorty I'm garn be bigger than Drake, my hoes all save me as 'Childish'

Didn't know I came home last night, too high and these backroad got me nostalgic

I was thirteen where the trauma spans

Said broski had a war with man

Then ten yutes stepped in, we saw them shanks

They chased man down, of course we ran

Five years prior, cried when I seen my first murder

Then I hit sixteen, seen it again, but shrugged, that shit don't concern us

Now I got man that I think I'm the future

Moretime man are just smoking weed

'N tings I'm telling myself I'on care 'bout

But I get pissed everytime she leaves

Fuck that bitch, I'm rapper, it shouldn't of mattered, I'm down with the down for the gang

I'm 'bout to go so clear, they all know Pr

But don't even know about man

Gyally warn fuck, she hitting me up

But won't turn up on my b-day

Life gave man lemons, I took those signs

Replied, let's skip to the three-way

Try get a man spun, are you dumb?

I leave that shit to my DJ

Babe, we can get lunch in a month

There's still 1.6 in my eBay

Real **** shit, what you telling me, darg?

I know star signs try telling me stuff

It might sound like an extremity but

Trust, I think I need therapy, darg

Cover my face, cool, she might try setting me up

This life ain't getting me far

Trust, still your celebrity crush