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frria - thank u, donald كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
toronto’s too hot, global warming got us juking caribana
soca whine my hips, i don’t want kids, i’m making fodders
ever since a pickney, all i practice is this honest
trust that when you l!ck me that you’re tasting special artist
swim in different stimuli, so we don’t shake the same hands
donald’s been my bigger brother, but i never met mans
parasocial influences showed me my divergences
didn’t need to make sense, now stay mad
g_nius spectrum assessments, you know yourself or you know dead_ends (he’s touched)
ever sincе i was a child, i’ve been my best friend (no rush)
can’t keep my circlеs close, life’s ouroboros, i shed them
then find a little more solitude for your tastebuds, and transcend
who’s really hiding these days? you worship spineless
you’re welcome for these highs while we’re ever_approaching timeless
(we are, we are)
stockholm children born out shallow systems selling face tats and opiate problems
your breath’s caught, it’s your loss, i’ve never heard ’bout a blogger

[hook]
i wanna thank you donald, thank your artistry, and thank your honest
i cut noise, i learned my voice, i made a daily promise
i was seventeen back in ‘010 when that culdesac had changed my life
dat datpiff healed hard times
i wanna thank you donald, thank your artistry, and thank your honest
i cut noise, i learned my voice, i made a daily promise
life’s too short to give attention to their hate and lyin’
love my baby when i have to hold her back, she wildin’, sayin’ —
[verse 2]
“why so many people typing evil?” ’cause they’re dyin’, baby
they can only hate you if you mind ’em, baby
clout chasing’s diluted many actions:
3 gens of suicidals, impulsives, and passives
strapped with short_term queer bashing, teen dances, and fast fashions
earth burnt back to tablets, snap a gram and l!ck my ass for the caption
carlin and pryor shared the knowledge iconoclastic
trauma_bonded audiences eating off these mid acts with dim passion
i’m burning off my ego, until i’m raw light, and then i’m last laughing
(thank you!)
thank you bino, i feel more holistic
i learned to sell no kilo, keep no tief and feed no demons
i f_ck my wife, i treat her right, i practice what i’m preaching (uau!)
sing that sweet, i speak that heat, the worlds gon’ run our teachings
their talk so cheap, they think they eat, you mans can’t l!ck my dishes
i just found a realer love and told her speak your chest here
i don’t like those churches ’cause they really only bless fear
i’ve been gone for ten, i know i said see you next year, but naw
buddha stance, guyanese forest on the psilocybin
cosmos evolved gilga giants off 5 billion years of creative timings
200,000’ll testify that we’re irrational and the best alive and
my animal and divinity are like best friends, just passing time
my caroline, my caroline, my caroline, she’s mighty fine, but wait
i smell a path to the bag, we cannot delay, let’s celebrate payments
[verse 3]
all my highs so high, i swear we’re laughing gods sometimes
all your drugs so faint, you bet on hate, they raise you lies
these mans are directionless flights, ’cause they chose the hype
but i chose the finer things
blood in my brain made this royalty pink
thank god that i learned that i’m a king
i stay crying, my pain vibey, my energy’s ingenuinity
i’m in the islands with a beauty, if you could it better, then do it, please
(n0body gives a f_ck)
bad gyals go loco, love the pum_pum and the way that it chokeholds
no blue checks, just good head and two cheeks clapping a whole show
spent life in his capcuts, he’s a media puppet, i’m henson off socials
let ’em cap with their whole throat while we stitch these pieces, leave these corpses
“why you keep on putting in that work, we’re on an island baby?”
told her that i love the way life smiles when i’m inside her lately
how’d that buck t__th shy boy grow his voice and chest and product greatly
most you mans don’t wanna hear your action prove your time is wastin’
spend your time on petty drama, pretend you’re surprised you’re hateful
all of our sentences death, i got a novel to live
you showed up late for your gifts, i pray you don’t get what you give

- frria

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