Acid Tabs in France

(Pretty boys lean off the lsd Stare into the sky, what is life to me? Man it's js a bunch a frequency Pretty boys lean off the lsd Stare into the sky, what is life to me? Man its js a bunch a frequency) Acid tabs in France Jagged like i'm l s d I can see, clearly Smokin' till i had enough Of my life, i been high as f*ck, no leanin I been trippin' l s d None these raps, gone be ok None these racks gone teach theese hoes Ima rascal, like, f*ck hip hop High off bone, that's his problem In the throne, no Post Malone I ain't chose to write, it's how i bought it My lifestyle, hardcore like shaman Let a pussy, break down my shit like cake You don't wan exposure, lemme expose you, bitch wait Gotta' hentai, and some lubed socks With a wish, and that new rock Why my bitch, say she locked And she lie, that's a cop Old wear Dior, like my wrist shocked And i preach the lord, amen and more Got a pent house, with 10 floors, new mansion, with different doors Masseuse stay fine, she strike my chord Like a guitar, i binge more He a poor sport, she got sore tongue Been here for more, 3 lifetimes How long it take? 3 time 5 Holdup, my bad luh' bride Can't figure, her, shit out Think i needa' bounce out When i land, more broads Write my rhyme, throughout the shine Hustle don't prove the vibe I don't need no sequence High, like i'm bleeding Acid Tab, acid tab Keep me in reasoning Reconcile, with bald headed, eagle terrapins Heroin, the easy men Don't wanna see him rest Easy meds, say goodbye I don't wanna see him dream Uh, i'm merrowing I'm scare crowing Her horoscope, it terrifying Still got patience, in the making I don't want lust But i want, young love Lsd, my new best friend My bitch, my runner up Got dookie tats, on the back Bong rips in Tokyo, acid in France This not where i'm at But the sky, my only dance Gas at it again Do this shit easy, like slight of hand I don't love that bitch Only wen off a xan Took to many tabs God breathing, again God speed, with some demons Riding and my keys lit Roll up to the show All black, like crow I'm made of gold She love her friends She kissing her friend All white diamond Wanna get bleached like a pen I'm feeling dead I'm feeling dead His head it mine Body divine Purple swag, white line I feel fine, but i kill time I feel alive But i feel so sick I feel alone But i feel so drenched Damm (Pretty boys lean off the lsd Stare into the sky, what is life to me? Man it's js a bunch a frequency Pretty boys lean off the lsd Stare into the sky, what is life to me? Man its js a bunch a frequency)