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orang3 freeway - fennicken lyrics

i’m a f*cking g*nius that’s crazy
no i’m not a yankee and not related don’t call me jay z
new york, orange juice bodies in the sewer, 45 degree angle hats make yourself cooler
loser, without the godd*mn v card, a virgin p*ssy palm trees without the g stars (oki)
kemuel trying to get stoned, about an ounce of weed and pens inside of his bedroom (d*mn) regurgitate the thunder, why calling off in the mothers while gunnar’s getting hooked up with the brothers (funny as h*ll) wrote this story on thanksgiving, eat a bunch of turkey, it’s tasty for your system (haha)

uh, mush room, uh bape hoodies
uh, mush room, uh, bape f*cking hoodies

tesean called, he said he got b*tches
in his hotel suite all fishes rocking velvet louis vuitton, for a f*cking pack, homie, i got my grey poupon, it’s dijon mustard where i custom the playstation ramadan
i’m robbing any c4 with a gun on counter strike
this the pluto nash in 3d, vanoss vamped with a pilar on a tommy gun, no violence added to the domestic*ons so after production i went skipping stones in the bermuda pond. (tell me more) i dosed on a few nylons (yes) and tripped on top of luffy d’s tripod. (opinion on the drugs)
f*ck that! the ketamine could never end me, karma on its way to start and f*cking test me and my name in the future is calling so distressing (what else do you have to say to clout it) and edgar allan poe could write a f*cking poem about it. i’m a g*nius thinker, so how about i call my homies and flip the table boards over the tea drinkers (iced) loving tea, mugging 3, chance the rapper grammy things * all we need is some weed, liquor, tetris, and legos to keep some. b*tt the oil on the pan will heat up some green paper money, charlie d’amelio found it funny, run the noses using tissue papers then steak dinner making me hungry (yum) flow the b*ttery goosebumps on the kick stand and skateboard, i rock with thrasher to the stevey nasher, rumble in the bronx with clash of clanners. name a g*nius that isn’t crazy, airplane in the ground calling out mayday. @ the story on instagram, test the ham than leave out the bushes to the lamb. bape hoodies and skinny jeans holding a slurpee, twice the chains he wore on his day he turned 30. (d*mn)

uh, mush room, uh bape hoodies, uh, mush room, bape hoodies yo

f*cking heartless child

uh, mush room, bape hoodies
uh, mush room, bape hoodies, yo

- fennicken lyrics

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