ARROGANT AMERiCAN FREESTYLE - Three Loco, Riff Raff, Dirt Nasty

Throw your hands up

Throw your hands up

Let the pad Thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen

I’m serving fresh fucking parking lot Winn Dixie

I poured the melted hockey puck into the Dixie cup

Jump out the Heathcliff truck and then I hiccup

The Benz seat belt hotter than a patty melt

I spoke vivid vocabulary words to make sure I was felt

They didn’t feel me

Frostbite touch my earring

I wouldn’t let you near me

Fall back, you hard at hearing

I rock the stormtrooper shades just to evade you ace of spades

Just so you don’t evade my mental drapes

Just to ensure that we don’t make eye contact

Ask me to tag you in a photograph and I won’t call you back

What has Arkane do with random dudes

Think invisible clout in a digital console

Can blur the lines of unparalleled realms and abstract gold

I wouldn’t even let you watch me paper fold, you might taint my soul

I hate to use the word hate but I hate to procrastinate

I hate I had to elevate just to further separate from you cakes and fakes

You sponge soft heathen, don’t have no business breathing

I made forty grand last weekend, I was sleeveless

While you was sleeping ask your granny where the grilled cheese is

I pray for the Lord’s burberry blessings and resurrection

While you’re scrolling through the Instagram comment section

Yeah I valet the Coupe in Kuwait, I left the roof down for vape

FN on my waist

Yeah khaki commando, the Lambo on my lap

Who the fuck is RiFF RAFF?

Yeah I’m cocky when I rap

You should go to Planet Fitness 'cause you’re tacky and you’re fat

Your grey Hanes shirt sweat stain on the back

Mom pats your back and laughs when you running laps

Bought the burberry Bentley for the Prada parking space

You ain’t worth minimum wage, I can see it in your face

RiFF

Yeah baby

You can hear the piano, I’m Tony Soprano

And I’m not like Rambo when I’m wearing the camoflauge

It’s a mirage, butt fuck you in the garage

Underwater flows are magic

SCUBA stands for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus

Doing ayahuasca with merlins

I opened up the Persian curtains, it’s a whirlwind

Me and Donald Trump disagree on a lot of stuff

But we seem to get along at the taco truck

He was telling me some awful stories

I’m like «Bitch, pass the guacamole»

Uno, dos, three, six, I was never good at arithmetics

Me and RiFF RaFF taking acid trips

And we’re coming to your town, hide your chicks

Pedal to the metal in the Pontiac Buick Civic

Lucid dreams to pre-teens, who you kidding

Single man, I single handedly diminish

Dolly Parton, my French braids I ain’t finished

Still act tight though, right in the glory hole

Looking like a unicorn from Borneo

On the Maury Show, I had the episode

5-MeO-DMT down in Mexico

My whole life been a series of bad decisions

Now I just pet dogs and laugh with children

At the strip club, I’m alone in the corner

I paid $ 300 bucks just to get a boner

Crying tears of Almond Joy, she smells like cocoa butter

Doing coke in a stolen Toyota Tundra

I read books on drugs, yeah I’m learning man

I fly a UFO right into Burning Man

I want deep intellectual conversations

You on Instagram looking at your notifications

Weak humans, you all need stimulation

I meditate naked on a lake in Jamaica

I quit weed so I could analyze my wet dreams

Life ain’t always what it seems

It ain’t always what it seems, nope

Ain’t always what it… uh-uh