Fantasy

I forgot if this was real Out my body off these pills Got my own supply; I can't sign these deals Might f*ck around and get a mil Might f*ck around and give them chills Funny how you feel for a kid who don't feel Yet you still get filled-lyrical happy meal Listen to my words and they might give you life Then, I kiss your head and I tell you goodnight (You don't love me) (Aw shit.) (Here we go again!) Oh well, true shit True shit Oh well, oh well True shit Got a Glock that I sleep with overnight Bitches talk, so I gotta make it right Give me top; suck it 'til my dick goes dry Pussy popped, even though that pussy tight Pussy gone, even though that pussy mine Won't be stopped if I take another flight Call the cops; put some bullets in their eyes You can sob; I hope that I make you cry I can't say sorries Nor apologies Say you want world peace It's a fantasy My bitch a barbie Looking dolled-up queen Got looks like Charli D At least, she's eighteen I can't say sorries Nor apologies Say you want world peace It's a fantasy My bitch a barbie Looking dolled-up queen Got looks like Charli D At least, she's eighteen (When I see you, I should slap you)