Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play ring around the Rosé You (Are you comin') (Know I want it) Bring you friend around, yeah (Bring your friends around, yeah) (Ring around the Rosé, yeah) Aw babe, aw babe All my guys, I just came with

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Hello, hello, hello, how low Here we are now, entertain us Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous I feel stupid and contagious A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to

At my command, Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem! Consumed by tongues ov fire Burning like Phlegethon Holy gardens reduced to ash Extinguishing light ov hope Bringing the end ov the days Words ov my gospel scattered

Oh, how I dream Let it be me, my love And a table that feels your fingertips Let it be me, let me be your love Bring an end to the endless days and nights Like a lover, the velvet moon Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep Its light arrives on

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

Something for the fans I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

My head's spinning around and round And the world keeps trying to bring me down, oh I bought a ticket to the joy parade And I ain't jumping off of this happy train, no I will live what this life's about, With or without I will bend and I will sway I will