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letra de converse - pope cyrus vii

[intro: pope cyrus vii]
ha, you know i be manifestin’ everything (yeah)
yeah, in absolute excess (yeah)
i need, i need, i need all the money (yeah)
you know, all, all, all everything, you know (i’m really in control of this sh-t)
ooh, ooh (i think, right?)
just, just way too much
let me get my flow right
let me get it right (did he get the flow right, yeah?)

[chorus: pope cyrus vii]
if i’m not the star inside your world, you can keep it
goin’ for that michael jackson, need all of you fiendin’ (oh)
i can give you health, girl, i don’t want you anemic
i be makin’ heat all by myself, i need a remix (yeah)
baby, my feet hurt, rub me for an hour (uh)
hey i wanna eat you up, flip a coin, who goes first? (uh)
grabbin’ on your anklеs, bae take off the convеrse (uh)
why i always in love, even if it’s not her? (woah)
[verse 1: pope cyrus vii]
full throttle, any whip, b-tch, i be autobahnen (yeah)
runnin’ in your house, and i’m takin’ all the narcotics (i’mma steal that sh-t)
weed ain’t got no ram in it, got my body buffering (brrt, floatin’)
‘bout to go eightfold, all desire is suffering (yeah)
yeah, i be hidin’ sh-t, yeah, upper cupboard, man (whatchu hidin’ man)
why you post about the spot? now you ain’t my brother, man (nah, skrrt)
actin’ like a d-mn snitch, actin’ like a mother hen (yuh)
i be on some barbie tingz, tryna be the only ken
tryna be the only ken, pope is sick and tired of men (woo, mm)
girl, you lookin’ cute again, why do you see us as friends? (amm, mm)
feelin’ like a mess again, catch you slip, they on that fed (mm, mm, gah)
everybody questioning, got eyes like the pyramid (mm, mm, god d-mn)
channels got you dumb as sh-t, hatin’ on a fellow friend (woah, oh, god d-mn)
dawg, you need to f-ckin’ think, sit the bench like melo did (mm, oh)
see the world for what is, you on that kendall pepsi sh-t
only care about my sis, reppin’ for my kith and kin (huh, huh)

[chorus: pope cyrus vii]
if i’m not the star inside your world, you can keep it
goin’ for that michael jackson, need all of you fiendin’
i can give you health, girl, i don’t want you anemic
i be makin’ heat all by myself, i need a remix
baby, my feet hurt, rub me for an hour (ah)
hey i wanna eat you up, flip a coin, who goes first? (ooh)
grabbin’ on your ankles, bae take off the converse (oh)
why i always in love, even if it’s not her? (why)
[verse 2: pope cyrus vii]
pope the real villain, yeah he got the worst intent (ayy, ayy)
i be tryna f-ck, eighty times out of ten (ayy, ayy, yah)
need head more than food, that’s why i’m skinny (can i get that?)
hang out with my winter fling, i’m gettin’ plenty (woo hoo, yuh)
y’all know how i operate, know just where my tongue is (yeah)
but i don’t be gossipin’, don’t say a thing about it (yah)
pope he chop the beat up and then he about to drop it in (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
bro, you wanna be us, but is you gon’ put the work in? (yuh, yuh, yuh, yeah)
broke my wrist like i was key, i get the work in (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
feelin’ like makonnen, super chef, oh yeah
pope alone, ronin, on my arc, shonen
don’t n0body in this world know where i’m goin’ (don’t know either)
livin’ in a vacuum, tryna keep it together
if you take me out it, then i got you forever
i think i love you if you got me back (uh uh, mm, hah)
yeah

[chorus: pope cyrus vii]
if i’m not the star inside your world, you can keep it (mm)
goin’ for that michael jackson, need all of you fiendin’ (mm)
i can give you health, girl, i don’t want you anemic (ooh)
i be makin’ heat all by myself, i need a remix (mm, woah)
baby, my feet hurt, rub me for an hour (oh)
hey i wanna eat you up, flip a coin, who goes first? (ah)
grabbin’ on your ankles, bae take off the converse (woah)
why i always in love, even if it’s not her?
[outro: pope cyrus vii]
i’m a new romantic
i don’t get it
no, oh

[spoken word: dylan quist-knopf]
ayy, happy birthday, muhf-cker
ha, ha
i’ll see you next weekend, have fun man

- pope cyrus vii

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