Waffle Squarf

Lyrics: I'm in Vegas getting blown by the ghost of Kurt Cobain Talking all that shit but 'Me' and 'We' are not the fucking same Big Game like Super Bowl bitch I'm automatic Walk in the fucking room bitch you know its me I'm aromatic Smells like weed, pussy, crushed up pills, and dollar bills Idiot losers making shit beats say it kills WALK AROUND TOWN WITH BLUE BILLS FALLING OUT MY BACK POCKET STROLL IN THE GUCCI STORE AND SAW A PURSE YOU KNOW I HAD TO COP IT MY WORTH IS EXPENENTIAL CALL ME E IN DIGITS MY SHOOTERS GO CRAZY I (unintelligible) Sorry about that I had to clean up all my fucking cum Just fucking shot my shit all over my drum You make no cents I'm making dollars You say it wrong its not 'Tame Impaller' Pull up to Macys acting a fool Order take out and eat it by the pool Flipping bricks out of a building that used to be a Pizza Hut File my taxes in a building that used to be a Pizza Hut How come every Shake Shack got a bitch named Gretchen in it Smack my lips after drinking lemonade with caffeine in it How come all these fucking British 'people' always end their sentences with innit