It's the most coastal boasting from Post
It's like I'm regurgitating before the toast
I see the curse in her eyes, a broken cornea
My sh** ain't poppin', so I'm being more cornier
I mean this f**ing rhythm only here because I was dribbling, drooling, sulking and boo-hooing
I lost my crew, to the d** and the pools
To the kids with parents who had less rules
So the sober stoner with no friends to lean a shoulder threw some quarters to buy mic holder, that entrapped his motor
I always told her I was gonna be mogul
She disregarded and crept for another Dakota poser
Have a blast with that Aryan a**
The whole culture that f**er has is what he finds on Twitter, and hashtags
He f**in' burnt, he don't lack toast
He tryna' beef, but I'm intolerant of lactose
I lost blokes and toking bros since the Summer froze
But now I'm left alone, with thoughts that sooth the soul
Supposed to die due to predisposition
f** that jerking sh**, lyrically, I'm on a mission
To show the schools, Mr. and Mrs. that I'm more than a man
To show native americans can
(To show native americans can)