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Alex Unknown - Train Wreck lyrics

Artist: Alex Unknown

album: Chameleon


Thirst levels rising faster than the sea line
Spot a cute honey, yeah, I make a beeline
She figure out the kinda guy I am, I'm in the tree line
Ciao bella ciao, hit me up if you so inclined
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I treat her to the bottomless fries
Yeah, yeah, yeah, chain is thrifted with the tie dye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I make her purr like a feline
Wah, wah, wah, don't check the Visa, girl, it's bone dry
You like my rings?
You can thank Ali
They got the Shein
Make 'em sparkly
Only the finest for my ass girl, it's true religion
I make it pop, she'll never know it's thrifted
I treat 'em to the fine dining Chille's or Chipotle
She gettin' giddy like a horse girl, that's an ole
That bowl fuego, that's a Michelin star
I bet you're happy that you know me, bet you're happy I are
They'll never know
What I'm all about
I'm playing the game
They'll never figure it out
My shoes are scuffed, my face is scuffed, my credit's shit, my pants are cuffed
Uh yeah, I still pull
Life's a bitch, I split my lip, I hate my whip, I want new rims
Uh yeah, I'm bashful
I spent my rent on a couple of stocks
I've been sleeping in my car 'cause they went bottom up
Last night showered in a Starbucks bathroom
That's eau de toilette, I'm a grande man, boo
You're lucky if I treat you like my business partner
We planting opportunity like fucking gardners
I got a lot of women wanting my attention
Like damn, this woman asking cash or credit
If you catch me in a lie I play it like I never said it
Like damn, Descartes said this shit's subjective
Like damn, my memory stay selective
Like damn, you're lucky to get my perspective
They'll never know
What I'm all about
I'm playing the game
They'll never figure it out
Thirst levels rising faster than the sea line
Spot a cute honey, yeah, I make a beeline
She figure out the kinda guy I am, I'm in the tree line
Ciao bella ciao, hit me up if you so inclined
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I treat her to the bottomless fries
Yeah, yeah, yeah, chain is thrifted with the tie dye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I make her purr like a feline
Wah, wah, wah, don't check the Visa, girl, it's bone dry

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