Текст песни 战斗机fighterjets - Lil Soda Boi

I'm just praying on some crypto, hit a joint and close my eyes
Threw away some candy wrappers
Hit the bin like every time
I just need some girls with cat ears and no OnlyFans to slide
I'm not picky, I just know what's not the move and what's the vibe
Sometimes when I think about my childhood I end up crying
Not because that it was fucked up
But because that it was nice
I know no one understands me because I don't know who I am
I know that I can't become another person but I'll try

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess
I expunge my lungs exhale my stress
Matthew Williams on my chest
I get high like fighter jets

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess
I expunge my lungs exhale my stress
Matthew Williams on my chest
I get high like fighter jets

I think I should call the preacher
Because I need an exorcism
Gotta stay on the ball
Gotta stay sharp like an extra pair of scissors
Fuck the globalists
I'm a speedy motorist
I'm the shooter I'm on the grassy knoll up here
Cooking with the work
I feel like Marina Abramovic
If u fuck with me then you're probably on a list
I control the weather, HAARP with it

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess
I expunge my lungs exhale my stress
Matthew Williams on my chest
I get high like fighter jets

Smoking sticky, sticky, I'm a mess
I expunge my lungs exhale my stress
Matthew Williams on my chest
I get high like fighter jets