SLASHED TIRED (S-1) lyrics

[Intro]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking pee stain
She rolling off that nightmare strain, we ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
And I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't, right?
They eat it up if it's seasoned right
FN firework, 4th of July
Yeah, stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deadface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking it, baby, don't tell me to get a grip

[Verse]
Don't tell me to get a grip
Left on the first, came back on the fifth
? italian, both of them fifth's
Pack-a-Punched my life, that sh*t wasn't hitting right
Silver bullet, wait 'til midnight
I'm getting money 'til my next life
And spawn with it all in the next life
It's all so stale — look at the shelf-life
Bunch of NPC's living behind a desk lives
My b*tch will do you like a stepford wife
Bet it hit close to home
Had to get my neck turned to a snow cone
[Pre-Chorus]
Essential oils with all the essentials
Goyard bag with several utensils
Out of my body, I turn to a stencil
I know it feel crazy at first
I know it feel like the curse
Thinking more makes it hurt
Give a blink when it works

[Chorus]
Slashed tires, key stains
Exotic pockets, smoking pee stain
She rolling off that nightmare strain, we ain't going to sleep
Off three different things, I'm stuck in the in-between
If you don't like it, you can leave
Crashed out, Laguna Beach
I feel like the king of the sea
I know I shouldn't, right?
They eat it up if it's seasoned right
FN firework, 4th of July
Yeah, stop all that talkin', I know what it is
Walkin' around in an MTV crib
Deadface hit with a zombie tip
She shaking it, baby, don't tell me to get a grip
Don't tell me to get a grip