Q Lyrics

The only pig I like is one that's at the market

I'm looking round like I don't know what i just started

When I meet my maker I hope he knows where my heart is

What's her name - I swear I know her

I don't know

I just found some footage and it's looking gross

I know I can find her, somewhere

Somewhere

The only gun I like is one that's in my pocket

I'll take your money, fuck you over, steal your wallet

And you better know there's nothin' you could do to stop it even if you wanted

Water out the faucet

Joyriding with the motherfucking tyrants

Fire so high better crack a fucking hydrant

I'm in Hell's Kitchen talking to a fucking psychic

I can't hear a motherfucking thing over the sirens

I went to Supreme on Bowery street and I fucked up a bag

Tryna teach my girl a British accent cuz I want a shag

Got a bottle of Sambuca that I love way more than music

And if you give me any kind of alcohol I WILL abuse it

(Quid pro quo)

Something for something

Nothing but nothing

(Quid pro quo)

Wanted some brain

But I got a concussion

(Quid pro quo)

Wanted a blizzard

We got a dusting

(Quid pro quo)

I need your loving

I wasn't bluffing

It's my world

I turned nothing to something