bisabuelita

Lay me down
On a bed of lost angels
They say the metal es fuegos
And in a stupper she pesos
The medical on our faces
It's like the radio made us
On insta
Kiki bitches we waving
And laughin' hard cuz we hate it
Yet we pretend like we made it
And in an instant we swaying
Just takin' bars on Sir Mason's
And he ain't mad cuz we paid him

No, he ain't mad
He's good, he don't give a fuck if we sleep or dead
You know what I'm saying
As long as he gets his money
As long as he gets it