LUXURY$PEAK by RAYGUN Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trapping out the woods but I'm tryna catch a cougar
Probably steal your J's when you're walking passed my sewer
I ain't finna be a loser though
As bright as lights and funerals
I add and subtract so its business as usual
Filthy scum acting like I don't remember them
Disregard the sentiment
Break'em like they're sediment
But then again they're out for me
Kick them off the balcony
Create this money like it's alchemy
I eat nails for breakfast, that don't make me self-sufficient
I'm fishing for myself but I keep ending up with bitches
And I'm fixing for the finish but I'm stuck at the beginning
In this kitchen for eternity, ask me why I'm cynical
Well shooting stars at dead stars
So fuck your dreams faggot
Put more holes through your plans than cigarettes in a junkie mattress
Say they've had it but I've had it up to here
And we can get swinging like a faulty chandelier
But let me make this clear
That I'm just talking tough, she's talking shit
I'm playing hard to get
I got more lines and bars than what's on the Vegas Strip
And I made this shit
And your safest bet is to hop on the bandwagon
I'm tryna go all out
BTM in Lower Manhattan
I'm a fascist in my words
So we speak louder than my actions
Break a habit, break a hunnit
Break your neck and then I'll vanish
Talking scriptures like an addict
But it seems you need more practice
Coming through your speakers
With that frontal lobe damage
Trapping out the woods but I'm tryna catch a cougar
Probably steal your J's when you're walking passed my sewer
I ain't finna be a loser though
As bright as lights and funerals
I add and subtract so its business as usual
Filthy scum acting like I don't remember them
Disregard the sentiment
Break'em like they're sediment
But then again they're out for me
Kick them off the balcony
Create this money like it's alchemy
I eat nails for breakfast, that don't make me self-sufficient
I'm fishing for myself but I keep ending up with bitches
And I'm fixing for the finish but I'm stuck at the beginning
In this kitchen for eternity, ask me why I'm cynical
Well shooting stars at dead stars
So fuck your dreams faggot
Put more holes through your plans than cigarettes in a junkie mattress
Say they've had it but I've had it up to here
And we can get swinging like a faulty chandelier
But let me make this clear
That I'm just talking tough, she's talking shit
I'm playing hard to get
I got more lines and bars than what's on the Vegas Strip
And I made this shit
And your safest bet is to hop on the bandwagon
I'm tryna go all out
BTM in Lower Manhattan
I'm a fascist in my words
So we speak louder than my actions
Break a habit, break a hunnit
Break your neck and then I'll vanish
Talking scriptures like an addict
But it seems you need more practice
Coming through your speakers
With that frontal lobe damage