Fleetwood

There's no winners at the ass-kissing contest Not even the judge Identify the object but keep it in your pocket And try to leave the page before you start to read the comments I can't remember when she wasn't asking what was wrong I'm not offended, I'm pretending it's just because of the songs While I was rendering my life, y'all put the shuffle on It's like I'm standing on the corner of Lyndale and Lake I'm staring at the shit displayed behind the windows and gates Patient waiting for the bus to carry me down the street I feel like f*ck you January, got me freezing my feet Sleeping on the plane, tryna find time travel Like you high enough to see inside of the galaxy's asshole They follow you and swallow you like a black hole Ayy, I'm not the same dude I used to be, thankfully Permanently angry, tryna burn your little angel wings My shit still stinks, nobody's changing me You trying to get dope? I'm tryna take over a bakery You kinda look like the type that might book flights When faced with adversity, the first to be like good night Took a long pull, high I been around the world and I,I,I I can't find a sweet spot to squat and die-ie-ie Y'all be talking hella shit, I guess I probably would as well I walk like an elephant, shook the bell, you took the L and Flipped it upside down like a crush Yo, let go of my tusk before the mountain erupts And everybody's like, what, we ain't know it's a volcano, f*ck F*ck