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Stripped down to my skin and my bones

I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!)

In a pack but I feel all alone

I'm scatterbrained, man, better offer the clon'

In Tejas apartments with racists doin' weird shit

Like, this'll make the biopic (haha)

Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's, get the wing and tings (yum)

Real quick, bills still stackin' to the ceilin' (uh-oh)

Whatchu mean, it ain't workin'? (what?)

Whatchu mean, you ain't findin' yourself? (oh, I am, I'm tryin')

Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)

Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?

Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)

Shouldn't your mama be done payin' the house off? (I guess)

Shouldn't you have a real big-ass ego? (no)

Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite

Breakin' the mold mentally, master with no limitin'

Makin' 'em say, "Ugh!", they worshippin' our force viciously

Watchin' the floor tip in your temple of authenticity

Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy

They forgot what we on, I'll remind 'em with hostility

Hot-diggity damn, everyone runnin' scams

Gotta cover your clams and take another glance

Runnin' a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans

It's all pertainin' to plan, call me the architect

Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet

Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at

Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at

But that's too deep

Don't call me stupid

That ain't the way my name pronounced

Don't call me Cupid

I got too many hoes right now

Poolside in Houston

Tryna see if Beyoncé will take me for adoption

Broke-ass rich suburbs

A civilian shot in Third Ward, we just by the fountain

This is Merlyn Wood, man

Everywhere I go is the woodlands

I need a honeybutter

Vodka in a Sprite can

When I'm in the Whataburger

All the kids know who I am

I need a honeybutter

Pourin lean in my Sprite can

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

I got a record but I'm clean as they come

I'm Godzilla, when they see me, they run

On 37th, used to run from the bloods

The undercovers gotta duck when they come

I moved out and in a couple of months

I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug

I used to write raps on the back of the bus

Now I'm in the front seat shiftin' the gears

It's funny how things can change

Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood

I was livin' off Ramen and change

Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay

Growin' up my teachers told me

"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school

And after high school, you better get a degree

'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"

Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan

Listenin' to *NSYNC, saw my name on the CD

Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT

Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream

One might say I was doomed from the get-go

But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know

What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone

I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me out like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me up like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

Twistin' me out like licorice

Think I need someone who can handle it

Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed

I don't need nobody tryna give me shit

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SWAMP

SWAMP

BROCKHAMPTON

Drive Safe

Drive Safe

Rich Brian

Day 'N' Nite (nightmare)

Day 'N' Nite (nightmare)

Kid Cudi

Big Wheels

Big Wheels

Kevin Abstract

November

November

Tyler, The Creator

Freeee (Ghost Town Pt. 2)

Freeee (Ghost Town Pt. 2)

KIDS SEE GHOSTS

Big Fish

Big Fish

Vince Staples

Blackberry Marmalade

Blackberry Marmalade

Vince Staples

3005

3005

Childish Gambino

Self Care

Self Care

MAC MILLER

Blue World

Blue World

MAC MILLER

No More Parties In LA

No More Parties In LA

Kanye West

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