Correction Lyrics Fear & Loathing in Los Angeles* by Caskey

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Yeah, yeah
Okay

Drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money comin' in, that's constant
I don't eat at Red Lobster
Y'all need to quit that gossip
It don't write checks and it don't make profit
I'm on the road like [?]
The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic

Yeah, pu**y, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic
Yeah, pu**y, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic

Okay, I'm really vibin'
No wonder all of his haters won't get beside him
I took a macro dose of livin' my dreams
And a micro of psilocybin
When I was broke, it was just schemin', connivin'
He get provoked after seein' where I've been
Could've been you if you put this much effort in
Ain't on the come up no more, I'm arrivin'
Yeah, y'all can't focus enough 'cause you busy decidin'
Knew I'd be rich when I came out the pu**y
The doctor was holdin' a diamond
I dropped out of school
And told 'em, "I'm hustlin', I can't be doin' assignments"
Gettin' my tarot cards read
I've been a bald head 'cause it's all in alignment
Okay, I run laps lookin' like Usain Bolt
Put...

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