This is a song about "Tracy is a sal"

The devil is a lie

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

There is such a fierce competition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Than the muse of a family

This is a catastrophe

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Every day, a star is born,

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Is a severe mental illness

She is a love doctor undercover

Listen to every word that i slur

Like water is to a tree,

And my kick game beyond crazy

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Thinking my life is a crime