Drop you and I’m famous
Say I won’t be happy when I make it
When I make better hate it
I’m iconic better face it
All we got are shoes and cars

Parents kids drunk in bars
Showing off that Rolex
Oh, I’m in the game now?
Go flex!
Fast five at the last set
Dillon Francis love set like
“Bitch don’t kill my vibe”
Swerve the fuck to the side

Take your drink
Take your smoke
Yeah I’ll party later
Confess your sins
Blunts make you sorta blunt, you know?
Stayed up at night with my middle finger to the sun, you know?
Girl you ever get the D like you didn’t study?
Drink sprite that ain’t muddy?

We can kick it
Down to kiss it
Try not to miss it!

Eunice Lee

Room full of white cups
Room full of pretty girls, smoking pretty blunts
Room full of pretty girl doing ross grunts
This pretty life such a toss up
(x2)

We gonna save it/ be famous/ slay bitches/ and take it
Don’t lace it/ all cases/ pretty faces/ and make it
No drop out / no dope up / no cop out/ and drink up

Made our heartbreaks/ our fixes
No hearts for bad vixens /
Good girls who like sinnin
Tween classes and weekends
All passion no secrets
All chasin like seacrest
(Slow it down – UGH)
Stopped checking monsters under beds when we found them in ourselves
Get on their knees and get to hell
All play all work
Poppa said I need some balance
So I hit the stage and made bank and some habits
Now im laughing
Now im fashion
Now they shocked I must be static
Now Im hard they must be flacid
This is tragic

Say I look smashing I say it dont matter
Say I hit it, I ain´t flattered
Patriotic; star spangled hammered
Sipping naked, getting nude
Bad company?
Turning it up
Bringing it back and burning it up
We sit in the house and you sit in the front
Yeah we got that good ish
In that good whip packing up that good will
Black v
Gold chain
I’m not free

Eunice Lee

Room full of white cups
Room full of pretty girls, smoking pretty blunts

Room full of pretty girl doing ross grunts
This pretty life such a toss up
(x2)

Oh, it’s so pretty
Oh, it’s so pretty
Oh, it’s so pretty
Oh