Raikonnen (preview)

Red like the Rossoneri

back like the sundae, topped with cherry

my flow liquid like creamy carbonara fettucine

genuine lines no m dashes, done crashes

we cook in batches, you dunno the smoke that is present in lashes

took more magic, this world gonna end more tragic

smores on a campfire with the catches,

Hide the money like fascists,

you can't stand it

let alone understand it

this the way the aura gets to the bandit

thunder an' lightning, no way to back it

party around in my bedroom we cause a racket

drift around the roundabouts, we make donuts

play with your friends other ghostwriters, i ain't into corrupts

what way the world spinning on an axis

no ballerina twirls, we want to know how the true act is

we rather cut the cake already

celebrate graduation early,

whole heartedly till the world do us apart

apparently that's what all the couples will always say innocently

the end goal different clearly

its all about drugs and sex evidently

ends up the same indifferentiabley

dementia be surrounding us lately

some people will forget me

sheeple core nerds will invade cemeteries

to try to resurrect my hunger for battling against me

but rest assured that will go unsuccessfully

atleast i least they won't try annoy me, thats a pet peeve

so be it

so be it

smoke

so be it

so be it