Duck Hunter

Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day

I don't spoon, but room service don't play

Every blue moon, people assume that I pray

'Cause your body's a temple, I'm divin' in it every day

Good afternoon, I got a room for the night

Duck hunter 'cause I drown Goose in the Sprite

Front runner, I don't call truce for the fight

Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight

Good morning, America

Girl, don't act like it ain't normal to stare at ya

She told me she got six bodies before me

I'm sure she does, let's call it body dysmorphia

Fill her with kids like the cast of Euphoria

Bible on top and the cash in the drawer above

I'm in her organs, so she call me Portland or Astoria

Eye of the storm, I'm in the cornea

If I look down, just tell 'em, "Pour me up"

Pistol in my brodie's bag, if you press him

His bag will start talkin' just like Dora's was

Swiper, no swipin' like my card declined

Made a ten, do a split, I guess it's now a five

Hoodie so big, I look like store ran out my size

Put your soul in the air like shoes on power lines

Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her, I dumped her and moved to L.A

He wanna be me so bad that his impression of me just blew me away

I slept around 7, I woke around 3 and it feel like it's noon at 8

I left my children on top of her temple, I gave 'em a room to pray

Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day

I don't spoon, but room service don't play

Every blue moon, people assume that I pray

'Cause your body's a temple, I'm divin' in it every day

Good afternoon, I got a room for the night

Duck hunter 'cause I drown Goose in the Sprite

Front runner, I don't call truce for the fight

Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight

Two fingers in her like we made a truce

I can't call my woman boo 'cause I might get confused and she know I don't like her like booze

Put my dog on TV 'til he feel like he Clifford or Scoob

Industry saw me how Brady left Patriots

I didn't lose since I came out the blue

My dude up to something, but I'm down for anything

Like fuck society, my crowd is menacing

The bike is motored, that's without the pedaling

She down on one knee, that's without the wedding ring

Metal 'bove his waist, that's without the belly ring

He showed the ropes to me without the wrestling

You gave your homies up without the questioning

You turnin' 12, like what the fuck eleven bring?

Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her, I dumped her and moved to L.A

He wanna be me so bad that his impression of me just blew me away

I slept around 7, I woke around 3 and it feel like it's noon at 8

I left my children on top of her temple, I gave 'em a room to pray

Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day

I don't spoon, but room service don't play

Every blue moon, people assume that I pray

'Cause your body's a temple, I'm divin' in it every day

Good afternoon, I got a room for the night

Duck hunter 'cause I drown Goose in the Sprite

Front runner, I don't call truce for the fight

Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight