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Wash my face, then I pose
I can handle one more pill, I suppose
Italian silk around my head like a cloak
If it's on my feet then it better be bespoke
I pray to God you don't speak until spoken to
If you think you're 'buddy buddy' me then I'm so confused
I told myself, I only need a piece so I poke it through
My pockets Violet Beauregarde, they so big and blue
I'm big and bad, G19 in my Acne bag
Look at my life, look like a dream that I had
Trash bag full of pill bottles and Plein tags
Buffs on my face, you can't tell where my ะตyes at
TEVA 833 where my mind wะตnt
33 gets upped, preceding the sirens
Pop these then I'm sleepy Joe like I'm Biden
Margiela mafia, you know the team tied in
I don't trust for no reason
Baby bottles on the countertop, I thought I was teething
I woke up today, so I know the 2ers seething
Myself, my bitch, and God, the only three I believe in
Diptyque set the mood, candle light melt the cup
Red sneaks look like I was on the set of a snuff
If I don't get it my way, I'll cause a fuss
I sip the beverage slow, I don't like to be rushed
I just gaslit the Saks Fifth employee
I just made CVS triple check their inventory
Forget your name immediately like I'm Dory
Read between the lines, I sip, this cup's an allegory
I just gaslit the Saks Fifth employee
I just made CVS triple check their inventory
Forget your name immediately like I'm Dory
Read between the lines, I sip-
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