Fashist

make a splash, drive fast, get cash, don't crash and end up with whiplash. I blink my eyelashes, all those missed classes, smoking oil resembling molasses, in batches, off of a cigarette that create ashes, hoping one day to entertain masses, and my chain fashist, so is the thing on my wrist, I insist that you listen to this, this is the track that you don't wanna miss.