Testo Hotel Breakfast
Testo Hotel Breakfast
(Whatever)
Walk on promised roads (Ha), I can take a joke (Haha)
Have you ever seen a ghost? (Ghost)
Pop out, pop out like a toast, you woke up late, the breakfast's closed
You know I don't brag (Brag) but I'm 'bout to boast (Ha, blade)
Fabrics on my body (Yeah), it's designer probably
Can't you see I'm litty? Rollin' like a trolley (Trolley) Won't come to your party (Party) 'cause your friends are boring (Boring)
I'll be in the city (City), walking 'round like a tourist (Tourist)
When you look at me and hate on me, I'm a mirror (Mirror)
If you look at me and don't like me what does that say about you?
I am King Nothing, I am nothing
Take a bunch of empty words and make them mean something
I've been getting no gifts for a while, is Christmas coming?
I'm a good boy on the track, no cussing
Please do not give me any more flak, I am struggling
I'm about to start crying in my bed, Evil Words spin around my head (Ha)
I'm going Trash Star crazy (Ha)
I'm Bladee, she call me Blade-y (Ha)
Angel or demon maybe (Ha)
I'm trying do what I can (Ha) Can you please comprehend me?
Why can't you understand?
I'll shine some glory on your life (I don't know)
I am not anyone, I'm just some air inside the air
A piece of sand in all the sand, drop of water in the ocean
It may not seem that way, but I can promise you it's that
But enough of that, I'm coming back, I jump right back into the trash
Walk on promised roads (Ha), I can't take a joke (Haha)
Have you ever seen a ghost? (Ghost)
Pop out, pop out like a toast, you woke up late, the breakfast's closed
You know I don't brag (Brag) but I'm 'bout to boast (Ha)
Fabrics on my body (Yeah), it's designer probably
Can't you see I'm litty? Rollin' like a trolley (Trolley)
Won't come to your party (Party) 'cause your friends are boring (Boring)
I'll be in the city (City), walking 'round like a tourist (Tourist)
Walk on promised roads (Ha), I can take a joke (Haha)
Have you ever seen a ghost? (Ghost)
Pop out, pop out like a toast, you woke up late, the breakfast's closed
You know I don't brag (Brag) but I'm 'bout to boast (Ha, blade)
Fabrics on my body (Yeah), it's designer probably
Can't you see I'm litty? Rollin' like a trolley (Trolley) Won't come to your party (Party) 'cause your friends are boring (Boring)
I'll be in the city (City), walking 'round like a tourist (Tourist)
When you look at me and hate on me, I'm a mirror (Mirror)
If you look at me and don't like me what does that say about you?
I am King Nothing, I am nothing
Take a bunch of empty words and make them mean something
I've been getting no gifts for a while, is Christmas coming?
I'm a good boy on the track, no cussing
Please do not give me any more flak, I am struggling
I'm about to start crying in my bed, Evil Words spin around my head (Ha)
I'm going Trash Star crazy (Ha)
I'm Bladee, she call me Blade-y (Ha)
Angel or demon maybe (Ha)
I'm trying do what I can (Ha) Can you please comprehend me?
Why can't you understand?
I'll shine some glory on your life (I don't know)
I am not anyone, I'm just some air inside the air
A piece of sand in all the sand, drop of water in the ocean
It may not seem that way, but I can promise you it's that
But enough of that, I'm coming back, I jump right back into the trash
Walk on promised roads (Ha), I can't take a joke (Haha)
Have you ever seen a ghost? (Ghost)
Pop out, pop out like a toast, you woke up late, the breakfast's closed
You know I don't brag (Brag) but I'm 'bout to boast (Ha)
Fabrics on my body (Yeah), it's designer probably
Can't you see I'm litty? Rollin' like a trolley (Trolley)
Won't come to your party (Party) 'cause your friends are boring (Boring)
I'll be in the city (City), walking 'round like a tourist (Tourist)
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