Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt) Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt) Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best I can get low I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah

And ain't it crazy, crazy, she happened to me? She calls me baby, baby, hard to believe That she's, yea she's with me Ain't she amazing, amazing, out of my league? Top of the mountain and all the way down When I'm lost and when I'm found In the day, in

Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her Errytime they see me ballin' All my old bitches callin' Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin' No I won't save her Dolla $ign a fuckboi he won't date her About my paper, real big shit

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

While you were round It ain't my bitch Dragging me down It ain't my fault It ain't my call Out of my way Out of my day Out of your mind and into mine It's no more

You ain't gotta make your mind up right now You ain't gotta make your mind up Right now, don't rush, no pressure Don't rush, no pressure I'll be waiting for you You ain't gotta answer none of my calls I'm believing you'll pick up one day I don't wanna

But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can

'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run They call me the hunter, that's my name A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way The first

A grey white face painted in a shape of a skull A shadowy Loa, with red eyes, so cold in the dark You are my call of the day Praying to open the gate You’ve been fooled by Marie For years we been sealing the deal You, for immortality Breathing, breathing

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a