Debit Card

Been practicing writing raps, wrote this to canal street by asap rocky instrumental.

I’m weary all these demons chargin near me

Debt dealt so severely

Makin money feels eerie

Wash my face

can’t even see myself clearly

One stud

And one hoop earring

Faux fur worth all the skin on ya back is what im wearing

You real daring if u approach with no bank note

No belt my booty big

And my ego got the bloat

World got me anxious so if it bounce that’s a twitch

Got a itch let me scratch it Put up money Ima match it

Son bright no looking past him

Jus imagine

If I gave these bums compassion

No more attraction my guy you out of fashion

Whiplash when I walk by

Cuz my aura is massive

Fro fluffy with my coat

Button up to my throat

If you don’t like what I wrote

Then don’t listen

Oils bath on the daily

So I’m slick and I glisten

Blisters on the brain

Cuz you rub me the wrong way

No you can’t stay over

I’m comfier how I lay

No I don’t wanna smoke

But it’s a plug by cabaret

You gotta take a s**t

It’s a a*s tray outside

and before you dip

grab the trash by the bedside

the door open wide

so baby boy make your exit

and my shades is my disguise

so the next time I see you

don’t ask where I’m headed

shredding all my credit cards

and I’m only paying on debit

I say what I mean

My words could be ya lesson

And if you think I’m mean

At least I ain’t never lie

So when we go out to eat

That visa u better slide

Only gourmet on debit

F**k a dollar fry

Cream on the brain so all them blisters could slide