Cicada

Girl I got Satan in my lens
Drink until I make no sense
Playboy bunny hop my fence
It's always sunny in Cult land
Girl I got God dancing on my ice
Boy got hit, he paid the price
Dark silhouette move through the night
Sweet and sour drip, put it on my rice
Since you touched down, I made no plans
Blame it on us being just friends
I don't want love, oh no romance
If I can't have you, I want your friends
Girl I got you tangled in my vice
A little head and shoulders would be nice
I knew you lived a separate life
Come get loose and pay your tithes
Too much weak shit around my throne
I like to feed it to my foes
Tell em everything must go
Nigga I get it on my own
Everything I do is just to tease
Strip it strip it baby please
Come and put my mind at ease
Fuck me til I am deceased
Please hit me up I might be someone you trust preferably I'll make a fan
It's always sunny in Cult land
I put her in furs, hermes
My trinkets are cold, hold that
Surf on my wave, fantastic
You drowned again? That's tragic
I don't touch the ground
I'm lost, don't wanna be found
I made the devil blush
But keep it on the hush
Too much weak shit around my throne
I like to feed it to my foes
Tell em everything must go
Nigga I get it on my own
Forty on the dash
Bible in my hand
I do what i want
You do what you can
Shit ain't hard as it seem
Dirty money, nigga turned clean
Bought an ugly bitch a ghost
Raised her self-esteem
Lil bitch, lil bitch
I'm a star