saluki
i got no rooftop
stack up for the night
death is all we got
that's a light beam
sleeping in a coffin
teenage dream right?
fuck your backbitten
now we the playwrights
greedy motherfucker
got you with a hand sleight
my shawty heavy metal
your bitch playin right?
i'm a pop star
i drink what i want
i might go finesse your homies
at the storefront
i might eat cuisine at piedmont
i might fuck a bitch on heels
avant garde meal