This Nigga

His pussy are sweaty, leg smelly , arms are rough

There's food on his tight jeans already, mother's curry

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to learn to fly,

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,

 

And I am, an idiot

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

'Cause I am, an idiot

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

I don't know it's just the way I am

 

You better make some shit

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to learn to fly

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better make some shit

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to learn to fly

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

 

So lets go back

Follow the piece of canada as we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through California

I once used to call home sweet home

 

Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the tower now

 

And when I'm gone, just learn to fly, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my sweaty pussy

Just know that I'm looking down on you loving

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just make some shit

 

And when he's gone, just learn to fly, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of his smelly leg

Just know that he's looking down on you licking

And his didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just make some shit in your tight jeans