[Verse 1]
Another night in the shallow water
Finding depths in a hollow bottle and a model body not a V12
Seats leather they heating well
Eating well 'cause I'm well spoken
Your bell's broken mine's ringing off
Kit the cat but can't break 'em off
Kinda torn I can't take 'em all
Learn ya something might do you good if you knew the way you'd find dues to pay
Who's the realest?
Lately I put the I in realest I just don't have the time to feel it
You just don't have the grind to k** it
Keeping track of these bills is hard
Who's the Russell and who's the Walton it ain't all black and white
Shades of grey in my hazel eyes I don't cry behind them I ride with mine in mind
Mine is mine and mine blowing up and my ride or die might go parachute
So f** your feelings and f** your boo I might f** her too then go ghost on her
I'm the one who does most honor
Mulan with that rouge on and dope cosigners
Grab the wheel with no ghost riders
Imma write em obituaries
Coldest booming in January
Born again
*** Thanks Beth for the lyrics