Lyrics atlas – brand new!

Brand new bag full of dope
Brand new all black Tesla on the road
Brand new iced out wrist, shit’s froze
Damn dude, get out my DM’s, I don’t know, can’t stand you

I used to get the kicks from payless
Now I guess I gotta pay more
‘Cause we chillin’ by the bay shore
With a full course on the main floor
Top spot what I aim for
I had the same story and the same lore
But I came up and became more
And you stuck up so you stayed boring
See, when I spot confederate flags
We don’t just get ’em and dash
Heard that you said I’m a fag
Might put your head In a bag
I make the decibels blast
Roll with the rebels In Masks
Devil music, when you stepping to It
Like a pedal movement, going seventy, fast

Fake friends and amens and and sadness and anger
I glance at mirrors and I see a stranger
All this designer can’t make me feel safer
Trapped in my bed feeling like I’m in danger

Brand new bag full of dope
Brand new all black Tesla on the road