boxed. (Instrumental)

'boxed' (Instrumental) Collection 1.1 - actuality. track 05.- boxed. prod. By Blū Tha Gürū Listen— —motherfucker— You should— Know— I don't — —give— No —kind of— —fuck— Whatsoever I love my own —but not the other Something - something son Get a gun and blow my candles out White power now bout Building towers up To tear you down —I don't give a fuck about flax seek Black seed, back seat black candles Black cat, relax, Atticus. I don't give a fuck about a Fallon, I bought a gallon of water for two jugs, And a quarter On my daughter. Get it? (Fuck you) Or should I go back to spending Spin class looking at candid camera I could buy a mountain before I sit down on mounds White Diamonds, 9 time champ I'm just like ET, don't mind that I'm a dead beat dad camped out in a van With a 30 second tan on, oh man Redact that one —FUCK— YOU. Power play I should wait an hour For the Amazon van If the Amazon man can hit this What makes you think you can I just too fan I drew fandoms on your Blū Barrymore, Don't carry that backpack, You might fall back I called my song —but I can't call back …fuck you, (Goddamn) If you don't believe me, I just scored two degrees Just from pleasing people Three of you count me, My MBA in saying I buy NBA team Damn. Can't even get an Instagram account Without getting hacked Just for being a half black Half Uncle Sam smashing red/*ted man Don't call red man, Just call Meth/ Seth back METHOD MAN …hello? Flip the bitch right back I flip the whip And grip the script, I pistol whipped Bristol back To — camp {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.