Back to Eden

Ay look Gordon Ramsay pot whipper Fed ex shipment from the Amazon wish list for my bitches I don’t give a fuck about the kingdom or the keeper I just wanna fuck Taylor Swift on her Mercedes Beamer Fuck it Whatchu mean I’m not allowed inside the Hyatt next summer I’m the chosen one from out this field I’m the one that’s disrespected everywhere that I’ve been seeking my attention She say “oh he’s big mad better leave him-“ Fuck you bitch I’m a super star with ice dripping like a fever I’m the greatest rapper of our generation fuck the Beatles Bitch I know they didn’t rap I just had to say it cus I mean it Fuck Taylor swifts a genius Taylor’s got the dog by his nuts and I believe that she gon eat em Fuck her Taylor let me give you a number You a ten and I see you too bitch speaking Outta Nashville with the congregation Bitch I mean it when I say that I’m gon fuck you on the camera for the world to make a statement Please don’t take it too personal I love you but you a nasty bitch with pussy lips that need a cleaning I don’t want no trouble I don’t want no violence But these gabby capsules that I popped in the evening got me heavy in the eyelids Feeling like im bon iver Bombs away they’re gonna bomb the Empire State and elevate a tyrant I don’t give a fuck Cus I’m dead on the outside and inside I’m crying out for help like I was suicidal Talk about the state of economics Talk about Whatchu wanna I don’t give a fuck cus all I wanted was some credit for the secrets Fuck Fuck it if I jump My family doesn’t need me Nobody hears you when you’re screaming So fuck it Ima take a number Sit down and wait my turn for the next train out of town into the frozen tundra Maybe then they’ll see me freezing Maybe then I’ll get the recognition I deserve and I can rest again