NX TALKING. - Scarlxrd

Got no life, I just sit on my throne

Wear the mask if I talk on the phone

I don’t care if it’s right or it’s wrong

Could get ratchet and reach for the pole, wait

Weh the bloodclat do you?

Siddung, siddung

WNDWS

Sca, aye, give me a shot!

Got no life, I just sit on my throne

Wear the mask if I talk on the phone

I don’t care if it’s right or it’s wrong

Could get ratchet and reach for the pole

I’m not sharing my mind or my goals

Sippin on gin till I throw up and pour

I’m so sick of the people involved

When it comes to the ghost I’m a pro

I’ll show my face on the Forbes list

They threw the hate and I caught it

I might go buy a new fortress

Living legend going all in

Given confessions to the corpses

Spill more blessing of that raw shit

I remember being poor kid

Had to sleep wooden floor shit

Real bruh nigga shit, kick me out on my fucking house back then

Now look, acres, I can’t see my neighbours, I have acres

Aye, aye, move

Mask off, raw face

Now I’m really bout to kill it

Blast off in space, far away from all you niggas

Oh god, your grace, you refer me as a villain

Oh stop, disgrace, no dissection, that’s my feelings

Got no life, I just sit on my throne

Wear the mask if I talk on the phone

I don’t care if it’s right or it’s wrong

Could get ratchet and reach for the pole, wait

Does it count if I’ve said it before?

I like killing these tracks when i’m bored

Leave them stunned with their jaws on the floor

Take a break and then give them some more

You’re a dick, oh my god

Scars shit, he should stop

Oh bitch, suck my cock

You’re skint, I’m not

All these bricks turn to rocks

Shut your shit, get a job

I’m the king, I’m a god

Big ego, bigger now

Got no life, I just sit on my throne

Wear the mask if I talk on the phone

I don’t care if it’s right or it’s wrong

Could get ratchet and reach for the pole, wait

Does it count if I’ve said it before?

I like killing these tracks when i’m bored

Leave them stunned with their jaws on the floor

Take a break and then give them some more

You’re a dick, oh my god

Scars shit, he should stop

Oh bitch, suck my cock

You’re skint, I’m not

All these bricks turn to rocks

Shut your shit, get a job

I’m the king, I’m a god

Big ego, bigger now

«Down inside the tube are tiny glands that produce a nectar.»

That was uncalled for