W8wtf - Zebra Katz, Boyfriend

Hold up, wait, what the fuck

Am I really really dreaming

Don’t know, fuck, I’m fucking cuffed

I ain’t even blunted but my mind is stuck

Don’t remember how I got here

But I do the bump

The champagne tastes a wiff of willow raw

The blonde finna sell me to a new restaurant

Yeah you think I’m cray

I’m sitting in the black back of a witch’s hut

Hold up, wait, what the fuck

Am I really really dreaming

Don’t know, fuck, I’m fucking cuffed

I ain’t even blunted but my mind is stuck

Don’t remember how I got here

But I do the bump

Feel a chicken head peck

Hearing pigs grunt

Smell of something brewin

Like a batch of bitches tongues

Inhale a little deeper

I even smell a hint of a bit of cut

Hold up, wait, what the fuck

Am I really really dreaming

Don’t know, fuck, I’m fucking cuffed

I ain’t even blunted but my mind is stuck

Don’t remember how I got here

But I do the bump

Can’t be mad, if you don’t see me

Tribal painting black faces hella schemin'

Zorces up above

Protect me from these demons

That’s just tryna fuck me up

Hold up, wait, what the fuck

Am I really really dreaming

Don’t know, fuck, I’m fucking cuffed

I ain’t even blunted but my mind is stuck

Don’t remember how I got here

But I do the bump

Hold up, wait, what the fuck

Am I really really dreaming

Don’t know, fuck, I’m fucking cuffed

I ain’t even blunted but my mind is stuck

Don’t remember how I got here

But I do the bump