MATTE BLACK WINGS Lyrics

(Yeah, what) I made a hundred right in a day

Yeah, I'm bout my billies you know I don't play

It is what it is, it is what I say

Matte black wings, no, not for display

Got a weird feeling that I can't shake

Shit looks appealing, butter on steak

What am I dealing with, what's on my plate

Seeing my future, seeing my fate

Won't be no loser, that's a retake

I'm Martin Luther, protestant face

Imma maneuver right to first place

Won't catch no Ls, won't catch no case

We still rebel cuz what awaits

We'll go to hell for our mistakes

And yeah, I might pull out even faster too

I make hella noise when it's past two

But I'm so annoyed in a classroom

And that highlights part of my past

So paranoid lots of time passed

Fly kites, roll up, get gassed

Dry nights, wake up, fuck that

Hop in, let's do the dash,

Matte black, give you whiplash

Shocking that we don't crash

Loud pack, we all get smashed

You know that we moving too fast

Two-tone, it's flashy and glass

Walk into Saks, hundred in cash

Know that I make it right back

YSL shirt, Louis V hat

Get that shit right off the rack

Hundreds still hurt, cash like Prozac

I think the pain is the tax

Speeding and counting the stacks

Bending and folding like acrobats

(Yeah, what) I made a hundred right in a day

Yeah, I'm bout my billies you know I don't play

It is what it is, it is what I say

Matte black wings, no, not for display

Got a weird feeling that I can't shake

Shit looks appealing, butter on steak

What am I dealing with, what's on my plate

Seeing my future, seeing my fate

Won't be no loser, that's a retake

I'm Martin Luther, protestant face