Pleasure Island - Triple One

She like just the tip, but her neck an anaconda

Tryna save my chips and put some sea life in the condo

Fuck all these muppets, look like Ariana Gonzo

Dip her in that ponzu, Japanese Alphonzo

Come in looking casual, that puddi bitch is mackerel

Check the vest, it’s tactical, chopper gunner nationals

Fuck what you say, bitch, we don’t fuck with lames (Fuck 'em)

I’ll pull up with my dawgs and we’ll Hakken on your grave

And all of these geeks with they fortune and fame

'Cause it’s gone in a second, stay lost in my ways

There’s a sad satisfaction to balancing pain

Tryna hold up my image, but everything hazy, oh

She been losing conscious while she sucking on my face

And I been feeling under when those drugs are out my veins

It’s like I’m heading for some cover but that cover’s in the rain

I been sippin' nummers, I can tell you how they taste, oh

Crave me

Oh, won’t you crave me?

Blame me

No, don’t you blame me

Leave me

My creation, my creation, uh

Leave no time

For my reputation, it’s just reputation, yeah

A visionary salute, that M.H.

Phenomenon

We only live INXS like body parts at Autobarn

All-white chariot, steer it to the Marriot

1990 NSX gallops like a stallion

Honey by the chariot, Moncler from Harriet

Shorty like to carry, she love Charlie, she might marry it

Always out of pocket, never keep a docket

It’s like you never left 'cause I keep you in my locket

I hunt 'em like a renegade, take you to a better place

High school sweetheart, blow it through the cellophane

Open up like suicides, water bed is sterilised

Janis Joplin lookalikes, body smokin', appetite

Photos by the drop top, cutie in a crop top

1980s Bon Scott, shawty like to talk a lot

Chop, chop, cop shop, get got, damn

Want not, waste not, red hot, headshot

Crave me

Oh, won’t you crave me?

Blame me

No, don’t you blame me

Leave me

To my creation, my creation

Leave no time

For my reputation (It's just reputation, yeah)

For my reputation, it’s just reputation