Skateboards In The Trunk

[Verse 1] Fuck off What's a heart to a bigger heart? And what's a bad ending to a better start? I feel like shit, call it metaphor, metafart Led by two wheels and a metal arm Around the city but, home is never far 5'10 but, I feel like I was never tall Depression on, the lever pull White and black kid, look like fucking Skeletor Brass knuckles with a fucking rebel's core Eat drum arrangements up like edible Nut buster Cum dumpster One upper Cunt lover Milf fucker And lyrical blood sucker Tracks? I fucking murder them Bruise beats blue with red ink, I have a fucking purple pen [Hook] Yeah, we fuck it up Yeah, we fuck it up Whip full of Lame, skateboards in the trunk Yeah, we fuck it up Yeah, we fuck it up Whip full of Lame, skateboards in the trunk [Verse 2] Who remembers this time frame? When my shorts had the high waist And when me and Kyle walked by These guys couldn't keep they eyes straight I didn't run from it though, it's like I had tied legs It made me try harder So, I could go farther Get the Lame Squad a penthouse on the top floor Mean people gave my heart a better contour I'm a ghost type like Haunter Because some fake friends traded me in like a pawn store James P. Sullivan, I'm a nice monster And if I'm not crazy, then what the fuck was that thought for? Fuck off [Hook]