Truffle lyrics

[Intro]
(You got it, mag)

[Chorus]
Forever alone, know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
The only real one is the FurCoatGhost

[Verse]
Man, I don't know why I'm waitin' for somebody or somethin' to happen to me
Man, it really don't matter, bro
If you talkin' down, man, you better speak up
I'ma let you say your peace before you really get patterned though
Givenchy silk, man, she feelin' on this pattern, though
I'ma take that b*tch to Maccies, I ain't take a b*tch to Domino's
Nine millimeter, pop it like a Zopiclone
I'm the best ting ever like a motherf*ckin' cinnamon roll
Use the same flow, yeah, it never gets old
I'ma talk my sh*t until I die, until I'm old
Man, I'm growin' so quick like black mold
Alexander McQueen mixed with Valentino
I'm ahead of this game like I read the patch notes, but the way that I do it, man, they think I hack though (Think I hack, though)
[Chorus]
Forever alone, know that I won't pick up if you blowin' my phone
Charlie Sheen on the tip of my nose
You on the edge of your seat and the tip of your toes
I'm like, "Where to now, man, where do I go?"
Man, it's feelin' like a Sunday, everyting's closed
Everybody fake, so I keep the ting close
The only real one is the FurCoatGhost