Hun, hun, hun, hun, yeah

I'm happy when I'm full
In my pockets
Not a penny in the street, there, I'm stuck
Fake friend looking for a link with my past
It's not just a story, everything is traced
Ok, ok
I take my leave from all these people
After midnight, I'm in the deep, airplane mode
I fuck the hotline bling
Being at the top, young, without any trophy

Fuck, you're outdated like Hood By Air, hun
Later, they will understand like Buddy
I have cash, I go to the store
I break a new pair, hun
I'm not suitable for study
It's not an opps, don't tell me: "we will
Do it", you had the chance to
Do it, in the end, you betrayed me
A-a-asap, I'm high in
A new sphere
Because too, because too often
I was told: "go back to your country"
808, low bass, a snare drum, after
I'm good to harvest corn
I put one foot, then two feet
In the fault, a cup, two Xan and you fly
Being racist, it's not a problem of
Skin color, I fuck your ego
Fuck being friends when everything is broken
I have to rebuild everything, without
Any conscience, I feel like Wall-E
Hun

I'm happy when I'm full
In my pockets
Not a penny in the street, there, I'm stuck
Fake friend looking for a link with my past
It's not just a story, everything is traced
Ok, ok
I take my leave from all these people
After midnight, I'm in the deep, airplane mode
I fuck the hotline bling
Being at the top, young, without any trophy
I'm happy when I'm full
In my pockets
Not a penny in the street, there, I'm stuck
Fake friend looking for a link with my past
It's not just a story, everything is traced
Ok, ok
I take my leave from all these people
After midnight, I'm in the deep, airplane mode
I fuck the hotline bling
Being at the top, young, without any trophy

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