Who Is ACOT? Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse 1]
Getting topped off, tryna get my rocks off
Trippin' quite a bit, strugglin' to get my socks off
Skeet, now my cock's soft, now it's time to go home
Not a f*ckin' home so I roam like my mind does (Damn)
This a fine buzz but frankly, it is not enough
Find my local Pizza Hut and shoot it up to get a kick
Next cop to stop me better give me sloppy toppy
But if he doesn't, blow kisses at his f*ckin' cousin (Mwah)
At his funeral, pull up lookin' beautiful
Another piggy dead, shoulda stayed up in that cubicle
Getting topped off, tryna get my socks off
Bump Mariah Carey, sell my soul for some Pop Rocks
Pop lock, drop stop and roll like my eyes do
When a record label call me up like "Can we sign you?"

[Interlude]
Like "Can we sign you?"
Like "Can we sign you?"
Like "Can we sign you?"
Like "Can we sign you?"

[Part II]

[Verse 2] Black shoes and my lungs are black too
Lucifer been on me like a tattoo
I don't got a soul to give, that's a past due
Was gonna ask you if you wanna chop it up
Poppin' up like a weasel do
No, I'm not a human, never been afraid of you
Sinnin' ass angel, that's what I'm supposed to do
God just hit my phone and told me "Never call again", damn
I'm a liar, or maybe I'm too f*ckin' honest
Shakin' dice, cause I just know the people want it
Throw my conscious a place you never wanna go
Blind satisfaction like a glory hole, woah
Spit a bit and make you think of it
Think of what I'm sayin', I ain't sayin' shit
I'm just dancin', waitin' for my crucifixion
No religion, I will never be forgiven
Kickin' heels, I'm just tryna go home
Wherever that is
It's where my chest lays, wait
Show money, spend it on some new kicks
Dope money, spend it on a cute bitch

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