I trust my worst enemy more than I trust you
Paris Match, Motomami in Louis bag
I have the yard that you won’t have
But you have everything that 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
Jet lag on my Rolex
Paparazzi, Rolleiflex
It’s not serious, can’t you see?
I’m modest
O1 visa over ESTA
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 burn
Let me out