[Intro] [Rick and Morty]
B: Hee's looking a lot better
R: Listen beth, don't torture yourself
R: I made a similar mistake years ago but you know in a planetary scale
B: Is umm, Is he mad at me?
R: He's not pressing charges, I mean it's gotta be the you shot me equivalent of not being mad
B: Can he have visitors?
N: He'd like to be alone
N: He told me to tell you, he's sorry you didn't have bad memories of him
B: Can he have visitors?
N: He'd like to be alone
N: He told me to tell you, he's sorry you didn't have bad memories of him
N: If you love him, you should leave
[Verse: 1]
Ok I put a tone phone
20 thousand in a month
I can never see the doll
I can read the lyric bo wow
I drop the ball I can sense you on a call
Wow you on a call b*tch you better step and roll
I get to the spill i can spill the middle sephire
Lotta running in the city never need this sh*t
I run it blow, wow I roll a blunt
I can sense im not alone
Woke the b*tches in the fire
But I switchedit n*gga alone
I get n*ggas dropping to the see
High five on my di*k
Woke up im like I want it
I can ride em off the street
I fight the insurence show you why
Would up my guns and now my vice
I got the rest of it in the bag
And you can see me run stoned
[Interlude]
R: Listen beth, don't torture yourself
R: I made a similar mistake years ago but you know in a planetary scale
VlairX: That sh*t!
B: Is umm, Is he mad at me?
VlairX: okay, okay got it
R: He's not pressing charges, I mean it's gotta be the you shot me equivalent of not being mad
VlairX: You gotta do it agaiiiin
VlairX: Agaiin
B: Can he have visitors?
N: He'd like to be alone
VlairX: That sh*t it doesn't work
N: He told me to tell you, he's sorry you didn't have bad memories of him
[Verse 2]
Ok I just took a sip they dont realize it
I can swarm up on my bay
You gotta stop in my signal
I got the cigarrette ashes
That burn tops in my pocket
You know me I can be rocking the bottom
Like I be talking
Droping the ball
At the back, get this rack
Sit the talk
I can feel like Im on
I get this sh*t on the phone
All these b*tches calling me
The thousand Imma break and now they sip it
The thousand I can never see
The seed they like to see
Its at the motherf*cking light
Lower ready Imma get it
Gaw thousand in my bank acc
Gotta shift this imma let it go wow ha
Using molly it isn't bad
Got this b*tches in the back
Putting work putting work
Now im trapping on the sack
[Outro]
R: Listen beth, don't torture yourself
R: I made a similar mistake years ago but you know in a planetary scale
B: Is umm, Is he mad at me?
R: He's not pressing charges, I mean it's gotta be the you shot me equivalent of not being mad
B: Can he have visitors?
N: He'd like to be alone
N: He told me to tell you, he's sorry you didn't have bad memories of him