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Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

I'm with X-N-A-N-X, don’t hit me up
I keep them all like my exes
I'm with X-N-A-N-X, not to show off
Living with the stress of those who stress

Okay, bro, you love to throw shade
It ain't a carnival, at least lower the price if you wanna masquerade
Illegal stuff makes you wanna hurl
How can I not wanna puke?
We’re in Bugattis, you’re just two cats
Bro, you’re fucked, always with love, yeah
I’m lunatic, on the moon, high
Always more tired of being without truth, ah
I can’t stand if you want someone dead and say: Bro, stay
Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, they talk, my head’s spinning
You seem emo, then we jump out the window
You’re fighting the beast (Uh, bitch)

I'm with X-N-A-N-X, don’t hit me up
I keep them all like my exes
I'm with X-N-A-N-X, not to show off
Living with the stress of those who stress

Yeah, all those bruises, bro, don’t scare me anymore
They remind me how little I had when the sun set and I was in the dark
At night I write what’s inside, then by day I fake it all
I bring out the worst, write a hundred tracks and with a quarter I make the album
Her pussy smells like caramel
Looks like a model straight outta Vogue
Glares at everyone through my Gucci
Drinks Makatussin from a baby bottle
Light a blunt straight from the bonfire
While the anxiety fades like fog
I get a kick out of seeing you stressed
Maybe you realized you’re a miracle
But maybe it’s better to cover up, around the corner, bitchass
Words I wish I didn’t hear
But they still come from some depressed guy
Who’s worth two cents, then we need two lives
One to understand the snakes, the other to screw them and live happy (Okay)

I'm with X-N-A-N-X, don’t hit me up
I keep them all like my exes
I'm with X-N-A-N-X, not to show off
Living with the stress of those who stress

Cash