Trait Razor - air

(God, I needed that)
Bottle fulla air
Erybody stare
I got erything to wear
Still my body bare
I been tryin' not to swear
But I swear I'm on a pair
She ride me to the bass
I beat her to the snare
Excuseame
Get used to me
Cause you would need
A booster seat
To fuckin' sit up in my chair
(Get) the fuck up outta here
Uh, yeah
Two blues, couple loose cuties on a pair
Celebrate my first threesome with a 10 year
Hashtag gifted
Trash bag twisted
Livin' on a prayer
I'm dyin' not to care
Double dare
I nibble on her pear
I'm in it till it tear
I get it in her hair
I get it in her ear, if she bitchin' Ion't hear
If she bitch I disappear, if she rich I reappear
With some whippets and that good D
A Nilla erything he should be:
Me (me)
Bottle full of air
Erybody stare
I got erything to wear
Still my body bare
I've been trying not to swear
But I swear I'm on a pair
She ride me to the bass
I beat her to the snare
Yeah yeah yeah
Tank came "Thursday" we sat in my room
Turned the whole "Weeknd" to a "House of Balloons"
There were "Glass Table Girls"
Everyone was in tune
I had two back to back
"I Might Not Make It" back soon
I said "I Can't Feel My Face"
But there was nobody listening
Cause mami next to me wompin' and everybody else twisted
Maybe I am a God
Maybe I'm just a "Low Life"
Maybe everything I ever knew was wrong in its own right
Maybe I'm "Coming Down"
Mami fillin' another
She asked if I want a refill like it's up for discussion
I know she want somethin' real but I don't feel I can trust her
We only real to eachother when we be druggin' and fuckin', I got a
Bottle full of air
And erybody stare
I got erything to wear
Still my body bare
(yea)
I've been trying not to swear
But I swear I'm on a pair
She ride me to the bass
I fuck her to the snare
Yeah (yea, yea)
Trait Razor Biiitch!
(Yea)

Written by:
Camillo Iacoboni

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