MANHATTAN 555

Yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah

I crossed the line to see you again
I crossed the line to see you again
Almost blew up my DM with other shawties, yeah
Almost blew up my DM with other shawties, yeah

I say: Fuck, I must do it for myself
With my Rick Owens in Manhattan
All my boys have choppas
All my boys have choppas
Fuck, you can't talk to me

Don't talk shit
Motherfucker, don't talk shit
In Paris some Virgil Abloh
Dripping all over the world
All the time God is there
If they knew this was for love
And I would do it again

I crossed the line to see you again
I crossed the line to see you again
Almost blew up my DM with other shawties, yeah
Almost blew up my DM with other shawties, yeah

All my boys have choppas
All my boys have choppas
Fuck, you can't talk to me
Fuck, you can't talk to me

Bad bitch in Madrid
Don't talk to me about love
Don't talk to me about love
A Glock on my waist

I crossed the line to see you again
I crossed the line to see you again
Almost blew up my DM with other shawties, yeah
Almost blew up my DM with other shawties, yeah

All my boys have choppas
All my boys have choppas
Fuck, you can't talk to me
Fuck, you can't talk to me

And faith moves mountains
You're in my morning prayer
You're in my mind, not in my bed
Darling, I'm burning in flames

I cover my light like an eclipse
And I'm hot like magma
Impacting you with my rays
My solar energy is so strong

That I would move the whole world
They will fear the impact, they will fear the impact
When the chant becomes celestial
When the clouds are closer

Let me in, it's getting late
I'll come in before it's too late
And my body is burning, mama
I have my head in flames

Before it's too late, it calls me
Darling, I'm burning in flames
Darling, I'm burning in flames