Lyrics Harrypotterthreeeee - Ben Beal

(Plus a whole lotta tree fuck all this modesty)
(I just need space to do me)
(Give the world what they tryna see as far as I can see)
With the Gibson SG
Kid walkin' with Jesus
Geez, no
There for the dreams
In the middle of the street
Tryna know what it means
I can't hear anymore
Van Gogh with the ear
We're plottin' out how to get bitches all here
We're off the rocker
That's what you get
When your friends are drug dealers and pill poppers
I'm not nice
Devil wears Off-White
Got a doctor in the kitchen
Super hot, sprayin'
Flippin' over shit 'cause you repented
I'm a dumb [?]
Stupid not to re-sell
Roll with fuckin' Fortnite

(As far as I can see I just need privacy)

I'm a motherfuckin' prodigy
Tryna get Canada Goose to fuckin' sponsor me
I'm on the odyssey
Gimme your ganja please
Honestly, I'm just the illest at rap
Tuberculosis my flow is so bad
Slow from the potion
These bitches on crack cocaine
Life is so dope I just can't complain
Grippin' the heat like I'm Kurt Kobain
I never thought they were listenin'

I just need modesty plus a whole lotta tree
We need a lotta tree [?]
'Cause [?] will please win you some lottery
Smokin' drugs readin Harry Potter three
Ay, life is a dream