Yeah. [Drop] [Verse, Bouncy Crunk Exuberant, Half Time Cadence] You not MORBIDDD enough Make hors d'oeuvres out ya dorsal and stomach Deport me to sun Am I exorbitant enough She looked up And absorbed me with tongue Spread out like diaspora I dove in vulva like tubbbb Give me tugboat Snorkelling A-romantic and aerobic Throw them oysters Back in the ocean (Stank hoe) Big speech Lie under oath with it Big reach Knife got a scope on it Big creep Libido got ghosts in it Big feast She potluck the throat I'm so fly Play 9 11 Jenga Send a white devil Thru the ringer like Pegasus System loaded up Make you feel the rush Exfoliate speed bumps til ya motor blush We getting fucked Like Porno Hub Big nub little nub Fold til your shoulders touch Fuck Larry Ellison I watch photosynthesis Hear the brown note And start shitting Dream defiled Couldn't focus The astigmatism Still sell a fiend A chaos crystal Give em seance Give em hymnals I drip viscosity they smoke rocks til seasick Struggle like Akon Hustle like Avon Double like A Rod Never change Arrested development Obituaries in crayon Come swim in my chamber Leave your skin on the hangar Sometimes you gotta blend in Like anglerfish When survival is dangerous [Instrumental expands] [Chorus] [Melisma] As I Wish upon a Star [Shout] (Still party hard !!!) I wish upon a Star Then I party hard !!!! Wish upon a Star (Still party hard !!!) I wish upon a Star Then I party hard !!!! [Instrumental Deconstructs, Ossia] [Verse, Bouncy Crunk Exuberant, Half Time Cadence] I put my paper mate behind the bars Until incarceration is outlawed I wish upon a Star Then I party hard Molly bar make the sun fill the entire car Eyes dilated The Range Rover from mars I gamble in the stock market Make a thousand to-mar I got meteors in my balls I risk it all I risk it all Til my Ardourmare look like Mardi gras I wish upon a Star Then I party hard underemployed Out of shape I became a trapezoid Out of state Gotta play the phone The streets don't make what it was anymore Because it's inundated (Inundated) Pockets torn from inflation Had a high IQ But you don't know my ID And how my eyes on you I got a Mack like IT Spit like ayahuasca stew Spit like inning 32 Spit it since cd-rom Spit it out of fuel rods She spittin on it Over intercom I wish upon a Star Then I party hard Every tick on the wrist Is a sitcom You glazing like you Work at lip balm Need to pick up a trade Pick up the book of psalms... My moms said I was a prophet 69 hour work week I'm a profit Wipe the butterscotch From my optics Hustle for an asthma pump With a shock grip Cuz I dropped a check On blood pressure medicine Skyline in my cabinet Pill jars look Manhattan I wish upon a Star [Chorus] [Instrumental deceleration]
