Текст песни Vending Machine (Radio Edit) - Trim

You can all pretend to be me
Now you can buy a Trim
In every Vending Machine.
It comes with it's own flow
And several beats.
Couple marshmallow's
Over edible sweets.
But the reason 's not included
As lauded as it seems
If you follow the instructions
You make music like a G.
Friends give me fuck him.
"He ain't nothing but a leech"
Girls that didn't like you
Mind if you could, please.

You'll find him in the streets,
Tooking some shit like
"Trim got that styling off of me."
They can suck dick
Won't get a smile off of me.

Most likely when I'm rhyming off the beat
Indirect lyrics that I slightly didn't mean.
I am running out of paper so I'm writing on trees.
With a liquid lightsaber and mouthful of grease.
If the kids got tricks you'll find them up on your sleeve.

Remind me not to breath.