paroles de chanson Young Lion - Missing Texture

Man shut the fuck up, MT to the grave
Undercover, underrated- but I kill all day
Yeah what's up lil mama? Lil gnark in the dark?
I see you looking at me like I really missed the mark
I know I fucked up but you took it too far
When you said that I could never be your friend like in the park
I really never planned to display all my heart
But a big fucking bitch said I made it kinda hard
Now my ass on the beat like I'm fucking Eazy-E
I splash on your clique, salt and pepper gravy
Deadpool reruns I listen to "Shoop"
Lil Baby, Yung Gravy pull up alley-oop
What does she want from me? I can't fucking tell
Her breath is like ass, utilize some Orajel
Cast a fishing line like my name was Isabelle
Reel in all that mid that you tryin to sell
I speed all the time like click it or ticket
I fuck on your bitch and nut all on her left tit
Volvo my whip shit and got 'preme on my drip
Like back to my first verse on Tokyo drift
I- I'm the Young Lion, I'm Roy with the hilt
I dash to your shit and I fuckin' up tilt
One hand through my hair it is silky like silt
The other folds in with the hand I've been dealt
Bitch I'm Alfalfa I don't give a fuck
Lil Rascals come knocking in search for a buck
In hell or high tide homie I don't help cucks
When they approach me, I leave them in the muck
Caught a milly just to get out the house
Bad bitch let me up in her blouse
Blue and yellow like I'm repping the Chao
Now that I'm here what you gonna do now?
I be running up checks like there's nothing for free
I be running up Netflix and binge watching Glee
I'm hard as fuck, yeah I fucking shot Lee
How the hell could you compare to me?
Never did I ever wanna be like this
Mothafucka wanna try me wanna be like this
Wanna die every day, but I write like this
So never will I ever be labeled as basic
Basic like the dozens of bitches in class shit
To tell one from the other gotta have my tool kit
Face it, I'm the only one here with some drainage
Fuck Shady Spring Imma set my sight on Cambridge
I- I'm the Young Lion, I'm Roy with the hilt
I dash to your shit and I fuckin' up tilt
One hand through my hair it is silky like silt
The other folds in with the hand I've been dealt