
cartilage* v2
yeataiUnlisted · · 2:20 · 51 plays · v3-preview
- rage
- 2020s
- aggressive
- synthesizer
- energetic
- surreal
- drugs
- sexual
- vulgar
- explicit
- retrosynth
- hyperpop
- psychedelic
- intense
- boastful
- video game
- violence
- ethereal
- atmospheric
- playful
Lyrics
Intro
Mm
Mm-hmm
Ack
Yeah
Chorus
Big body on the curb, I don't even park it
Shinin' like a bug in a jar, can't miss it
Fuck what you heard, I been movin' different
Tonka on the lot, it don't even fit in the garage
Booted off the mud, I don't even feel my cartilage
Back up off me, ho, you breathin' on my cartilage
Diamonds on my chest, they look like cartilage
Yeah, they look like cartilage
Verse
Blue face in the safe, I don't even count it
Walked in the room, now the whole vibe change
Percs in my system, I'm floatin' through the Matrix
Windows down, 2 AM, I'm on the highway
GLE in the whip, I'm talkin' to the satellite
My bitch on my lap, she whisperin' some fake shit
I ain't even listen, I'm thinkin' 'bout the layout
Phone buzzin' twice, I ain't even gon' say shit
Swerved off the exit, I don't even know where I'm goin'
Sign on the building, it say some shit I never read
Life in fast forward, I'm just tryna press record
Everybody talkin' 'bout they real, that's a circus
I been in my own world, I don't need a tour guide
Checked the rearview, there's a demon on the back seat
Told him sit his ass down, we ain't done with the bag yet
Muthafucka tried to copy me, I made him a cassette
Rollie on my wrist, it don't even tick the same
I'm in another timezone, I don't feel the pain
Racks in the duffel, I'm a one-man parade
Pulled up to the function, now they all wanna be my friend
I don't want your number, I don't want your energy
Got my own demons, we already got an ensemble
Spent a band on a lighter just to watch it flicker
That's the kinda shit you do when you got extra figures
I'ma say it slower so your lil' brain can get it
I'm the one they copy, you the one they forget
Yeah, you the one they forget
Chorus
Big body on the curb, I don't even park it
Shinin' like a bug in a jar, can't miss it
Fuck what you heard, I been movin' different
Tonka on the lot, it don't even fit in the garage
Booted off the mud, I don't even feel my cartilage
Back up off me, ho, you breathin' on my cartilage
Diamonds on my chest, they look like cartilage
Yeah, they look like cartilage
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