Underground Ballroom

I’m in LA Missing London Money in abundance Hollywood Feeling Like an Open air Dungeon My sons love doing shit That I been done And they love making songs That I been sung She love Push my buttons No she don’t play fair I’m like fuck Sunset I really miss Mayfair You won’t ever catch me In some shit that they wear Told her how bread I made Last week she said Say swear Cus my whole heart is in this shit And these man just fake care I’m 21 now but was 18 when I made it I set myself on fire N’ I really just stayed lit I set myself on fire N’ I really just stayed lit These London blues gon kill me for these drugs do Miss London Take my money For these whores do I said Don’t touch that I already Uh uh I said don’t touch that I already warned you I’m not picking my phone up If it is any pain Only pushing classic whips Don’t fuck with candy paint There’s no one in the world That could fix this pain They blowing up my phone ‘N they causing me pain I switch up my cup and it fix any pain I fix up my cup and it switch any pain