I trust my worst enemy more than you
Paris match, Motomami, Louis bag
I have the yard you will never have
But you have everything I lost

Someone new wants something from me
Many more knives in the VIP
Nights alone and my party crew
That's how Ferraris crash
Someone new wants something from me
Many more knives in the VIP
Nights alone and my party crew
Almost no one sees what I lost

Lax, cute for my flex
Never cute for my ex
Jetlag in my Rolex
Paparazzi, Rolleiflex
It's not serious, don't you see?
I'm modest
O-1 Visa is over

It feels heavy
It feels heavy, it feels heavy
The spotlights for me
The spotlights for me, I wanted them for me, I had them for me
It feels heavy
It feels heavy, it feels heavy
The spotlights for me
Before they finish let me out

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