Morgues
Verse 1
I would fight a fucking army for you
Then we could take a long drive and lay out on the roof
I've got a blunt up in my pocket and some beer in the coupe
And these sweet nothings in my head I wanna whisper to you

I know you hate my fucking guts I wish that fact wasn't true
You'd rather date that ugly fucking wack hipster you blew
In the back of that party, thought that I never knew
But I've been knowing longer than I've had this hole in my shoe

I mean my soul, what, I'd be grabbing your but
If I didn't act a certain way that makes you go nuts
But without you in my life I swear my heart is donuts
Cus I've got a hole in the middle that's filled up by my daily four blunts

Cold cuts, frigid as the fidget spinner in the freezer
Meaner than that rude as nigga they calling Eboneezer
Weezer playing Wheezy, while wheezing, while whiling in a beamer
Team up Hitler and North Korea, they nice as gold retrievers
Chorus
Compared to him I'm a God damn King
Compared to him I'm 23 with six rings
I'll shoot that nigga at his fucking front door and then I'll throw him in the lake, stay away from my morgues

Compared to him I'm a God damn King
Compared to him I'm 23 with six rings
I'll shoot that nigga at his fucking front door and then I'll throw him in the lake

Verse 2
When I see black vans know I think of you
You know the ones with white lines like that coke I do
While on bus 61 or maybe 62
And I'm only bumping Frank when I drown in my ocean that be full of thoughts of you

Wild goose, is the way that I be chasing your heart
Who is you, is the way that you be acting so smart
What's the move, acting like a nigga Humphrey Bogart
But I'm composing music like a young black Mozart

With no heart, is the fucking way that you be treating me
You keep me in the back like a nigga was fucking scenery
You need to be, training in hell to take all this demon D
This semen be possessing me to shoot it at your ovaries

Holy geez, hold the fucking lettuce on my sandwich please
I just wanna squeeze some warm buns in some blue jeans
Your boobies, all up in my face like 3-D movies
While I'm toking on a blunt while I'm sitting in a Jacuzzi
Chorus
Compared to him I'm a God damn King
Compared to him I'm 23 with six rings
I'll shoot that nigga at his fucking front door and then I'll throw him in the lake, stay away from my morgues

Compared to him I'm a God damn King
Compared to him I'm 23 with six rings
I'll shoot that nigga at his fucking front door and then I'll throw him in the lake

Verse 3
I been spitting out bars like a fucking failed suicide
The only thing that kept me a live was trying to grab you thighs
You should slobber some genius on my penis
But for saying that I just might get slapped with a subpoena

The dealer, is only watching movies with Media in em
Fuck a slippy serpent, I'll introduce you to real venom
Tickey tockey turning, the clock is spinning the real denim
Aging in the back of the closet, man I forgot to mention

This dumb bitch tryna slob on my knob
She got about as much brains as a con on the cob
I want her, you know the one that I be thinking of
The one that's in my head while my dick is getting a rub and tug

Chorus
Compared to him I'm a God damn King
Compared to him I'm 23 with six rings
I'll shoot that nigga at his fucking front door and then I'll throw him in the lake, stay away from my morgues
Compared to him I'm a God damn King
Compared to him I'm 23 with six rings
I'll shoot that nigga at his fucking front door and then I'll throw him in the lake