This is a song about "Dry lips"

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Dry land , but its my fucking

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

With feelings that we're dry

Dreamin on a lullaby

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

My city's culture to the game now in existence