'perfect.'

Collection II- 'antithesis.'

Track 02. -'perfect.'

Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū

Didn't you just say

I lost my entry

Or should I elate about

Becoming the president of Ohio

On hi hopes

Really, I'm signing my heart out

I don't care who you are

What you are

It's getting hot out

Fly by

The gym Dan wait, all I want is cupcakes

And a cheese grater

I should stay married

My face makes a great punching bag

And I've lost my mind

I should share airtime

With the finer ones

We're not freinds if

All I want is to fuck you

And we're not fucking

If I'm not models

Let's go shopping

I got so sick

Of being stalked and followed

For no money

I just stopped going

But woke up going full throttle

Anyway,

How are you?

I'm still recording

Just to prove my theory

On how

The world

Really does

Revolve around me

Whether I like it or not

I'm still not Fallon,

Or Adam—

But good one, goggles—

for trying a hard ball

It might have hurt to not for awhile,

But I've got no patience

For brainless.

I've got no games

And no players,

Just hatred

Let's think about real quick:

What the fuck do I care

If you win or lose?!

You'd better not!

I'm definitely disposable.

A total useless bombsell,

Mid grade,

Short order

Ugly by your standards,

So excuse me, Ms. Lopez,

I'm coming into hard times

Stupid blue suit wearing—

Where's season 9.

Up yours.

The voices in my head are God's

They haunt and taunt

But do not harm

cachapas

Lalalalala—

“Prolonging The Inevitable”

ENTER THE MUMTIVERSE: LEGENDS

That's two songs lost, they said the same name would destroy me

I don't know,

I'm not the same as I was

The songs are lost

But sometimes they come back

When I come around

And say

Fuck em

Should out Kamala

I don't mind the dark side

They got cookies

I don't mind the light side

They know my colors

I don't write no more songs

I sit silent and alone,

I get mad as fuck

RYAN REYNOLDS

you mean we're not really going to the mall?!

No, Ryan Reynolds's, we're not going to the mall!

You LIED.

It was for a good cause. Get in the car.

YOU LIED TO ME.

Shut up.

AHHHHHHHHHH

STOP CRYING

What if evil don't be evil on purpose

What if all this stuff

Is just bad timing

I might call the cops on my own soul

Imm tired though

It's dark and old

Riding round in circles

In motorcycles

No proof of purchase required

What's wrong at all,

I didn't call in no one's name

No Calvin Klein models in my entourage

— even the ones I want

Especially those in fact

No role models at all

Just college student

Motorcycles, motorcycles

Hurt her more, okay?

We'll pay you for it

The doors slam

And motorcycles

Whether I not

I go to the gym

So why pray about it at all

For it to stop if God's all back logged

I got decisions to make in the am,

Imm late on some deadlines;

I'm only talking to a dead guy,

If you're live, then,

Ride up

Staring at Manhattan

From the redlines

Mostly brown faces

Neon eyes

Brown bags

They say,

I could pay half price for a mansion

—it has somebody handsome in it

I should ask the crackheads

For forgiveness, simple

{Enter The Multiverse}

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