mar-a-lago

If you want it, you can have it I'm a cold blooded killer with a hatchet All I've ever known is living lavish L.A. to Sweden like my first name's 'Magic' No makeup, bad bitches looking tragic Always got some O.C. like emotional baggage I'm a town whore, stoned like some cobble Fly a private jet just to get some McDonald's (Just to get some McDonald's) (Just to get some McDonald's) Rubberneck car crashes since '03 Back when Letterman was still mocking Amy You want a best friend, bitch just made an enemy Having enemas, front page of an NME If he dies than he dies like Ivan Drago Heard that bitch rap, that shit was so garbo On some gummies, got a full bag of Haribo Chill at Palm Beach, down at Mar-A-Lago (If you want it, you can have it) (Want it, you can have it) (Want it, you can have it) (You want it, you can have it) (If you want it, you can have it)