Lyrics Corn - Banan Alice

It's summer it's fucking hot
You can never reach my money I got
If you hate my fans so will I
We could never reach the baby sky

All fans I got around my house
We could never trapped the poor mouse
Is my own fault I never liked the salt
I could never have all the money from my vault

I hate my fans they are not working to my plans
To all the distance you could never had me the chance

We dreaming for money never got
You had nothing from all the lot
I could eat your burger king so what
Are you hungry so go fuck yourself haircut

All fans I got around my house
We could never trapped the poor mouse
Is my own fault I never liked the salt
I could never have all the money from my vault

I hate my fans they are not working to my plans
To all the distance you could never had me the chance