Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day I don't spoon, but room service don't play Every blue Moon, people assume that I pray 'Cause her body's a temple, I'm diving in it everyday Good afternoon, I got a room for the night Duck Hunter 'cause I drown Goose in a Sprite Front-runner, I don't call truce for the fight Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight Good morning, America Girl, don't act like it ain't normal to stare at ya She told me she got six bodies before me I'm sure she does, let's call it body dysmorphia Fill her with kids like the cast of Euphoria Bible on top and the cash in the drawer above I'm in her organs, so she call me Portland or Astoria Eye of the storm, I'm in the cornea If I look down, just tell 'em: Pour me up Pistol in my brodie's bag, if you press him His bag will start talking just like Dora's was Swiper no swiping like my card declined Made a ten do a split, I guess she's now a five Hoodie so big, I look like soarin out my size Put your soul in the air, like shoes on power lines Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her I dumped her and moved to LA He wanna be me so bad That his impression on me just blew me away I slept around seven, I woke around three And I feel like it's noon at eight I left my children on top of her temple I gave 'em a room to pray Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day I don't spoon, but room service don't play Every blue Moon, people assume that I pray 'Cause her body's a temple, I'm diving in it everyday Good afternoon, I got a room for the night Duck Hunter 'cause I drown Goose in a Sprite Front-runner, I don't call truce for the fight Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight Two fingers in her like we made a truce I can't call my women Boo, 'cause I might get confused And she know I don't like her like booze Put my dawg on TV till he feel he Clifford or Scoob Industry saw me how Brady left Patriots I didn't lose since I came out the blue My dude up to something, but I'm down for anything Like: Fuck society, my cry does medicine The bike is motored, that's without the pedaling She down on one knee, that's without the wedding ring Metal 'bove the waist, that's without the belly ring He showed the ropes to me without the wrestling You gave your homies up without the questioning You turn in twelve, like what the fuck eleven bring? Told her I love her, but I just can't trust her I dumped her and moved to LA He wanna be me so bad That his impression on me just blew me away I slept around seven, I woke around three And I feel like it's noon at eight I left my children on top of her temple I gave 'em a room to pray Hey, good afternoon, I got a room for the day I don't spoon, but room service don't play Every blue Moon, people assume that I pray 'Cause her body's a temple, I'm diving in it everyday Good afternoon, I got a room for the night Duck Hunter 'cause I drown Goose in a Sprite Front-runner, I don't call truce for the fight Blood sucker, I'ma get loose, but I'm tight