picket fence

AIN’T NOBODY DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE PICKET FENCE AHHH
No influence from white skin keyboards
Laughing in the wind we on all 4 bad whores
Nothing wrong fucking with whatever moves what your money feels like facing
what you can’t fight nigga
The same plain formula with lame taste
Laced with a fake bow smile cause you famous
Malformed babies and there growing up world is now divisive like in real life
in the cut
The main plains crying at the roots means everything in public in America is
shame filled
The air feels slick and won’t wash off rich like the bitter of my elders with
the layers off
The stress goes piling from inside rattling the beans in the worn hide means we
are ending
It was up to me id smother you, fucking with your air until it feels raw
Playing with my imagery is way odd
Carry me on crosses up the mountains (inaudible)
What you want? baby you ain’t kidding what i feel like?
We are more than sorry won’t fit matter who your friend is
Playing flutes problem is, Aretha did it better bitch sorry
I don’t see my skin inside your plastic molds
Misses tryna figure what I smell like
The problem is no one wants to talk about it…
And i dont wanna talk it about it either
But ima do mines
I’ve never held my motherfucking tongue
In fact I swallowed it and came around
I should have known like it was before
That it would turn out like arizona
And i’ve looked enough into my eyes
The worst i’ve done is criticize
I took a couple papers for the noise
When i was naked but of master poise
Tried to take us to the promised land
When i felt like a lesser man
Who barely breathed right and always broke
Because they told me i was fucking great
And i knew better that I better not
So I imagined I was intensely hot…
Im not…