A Love Song for Hatsune Miku

I've been burning down, leaving town, never looking back shit

Getting drunk, passing out, fucking your main bitch

Upping out seduction like a sales pitch, man it's practice

>Practice?

Hitting chest some got this, squat this, reroute blood to pump this

From six to sex can't stop me

Panties drop shit, chocking her neck, my bitch, by which

Burning down my path all red all around this small shit

We rampage, chasing down fireballs with beer

You all stare mouth open with awe and fear

Hitting up cons for the underage rears

Fake names, G, buy you all a beer

Sick of kids who sit and bitch about PC this and SJ shit

Your 'Progressive' steez is getting fucking ridiculous

Fucking A' sucking the fun in life, soft hypocrites

Fuck public rights riddled with

CB, turn off the screen

Tran piss, who gives a shit?

Yeah, it's a simple fix

Only ones complaining have small dicks

Progressive motherfuckers wanna call it such

But real motherfuckers know it ain't much

Grow the fuck up and cause there's no free lunch

Best fix your own plate or serve one to us

Go pray to your god to save the day, dog

Or wait for your dad and complain on Facebook

Voted for X Y or Z but they're all the same cook

It's all one big scam pulled by the same crook

 

Girl you ain't no Babylon

Ain't no tower high enough

Genesis just ends with dying off

Together whatta matta' just writing songs

Girl you ain't no Babylon

A saint from our son from God

Your lips so soft got something love does not

We'll live forever, together, just writing songs

 

Yeah girl, You look fine in that dress

Love the mess in the bed we create

Your loveliness entices me, would be true

Only if you weren't someone to use

Hey gangsters how's it feel to play pretend?

I rap better than ya'll and I listen to Taylor's Red

Make believe shit ending at some white girl's bed

Spitting lines 'bout fake gold chains and ghost game

Lame tweet beef as if you got fame

Working your ass of only to feel shame

Getting bodied by some sad nigga in deep pain

Writing shit 'bout dreams and love man

Oooh, you can feel the sting

Drake is 'bouta break and get high cause he wants too

Ghost write and take care of your heart that hurt you

Try a better profession where having no talent is just an excuse

 

Girl you ain't no Babylon

Ain't no tower high enough

Genesis just ends with dying off

Together whatta matta' just writing songs

Girl you ain't no Babylon

A saint from our son from God

Your lips so soft got something love does not

We'll live forever, together, just writing songs

 

Come on little lady I love Jazz, perfectly playing patiently throughout the night

The groove gets good swinging strings so swiftly shootout on sight

All our friends with bitter broken bottle ends sing along to find the light

We can die in plain sight it don't matter as long as we hold our pride

Maybe listen to some blues or get down on some swing

Dance the night away until sunrise, blisters, and more fun things

Wake up on the side of some street and and walk like kings

Let's all dance and takes fifths

We knew the risks

Rest in peace, Prince

 

Yeah I can write your dumb raps

This was no numb lapse

Ain't no G's just some soft cats

But still talk like there in some armed gang

Talent doesn't exist, Talent is all made up

Few bottle of Daniels to stay blessed up

This shit isn't hard don't flatter yourself

Don't forget to thank Based God

 

Girl you ain't no Babylon

Ain't no tower high enough

Genesis just ends with dying off

Together whatta matta' just writing songs

Girl you ain't no Babylon

A saint from our son from God

Your lips so soft got something love does not

We'll live forever, together, just writing songs