Stepa - King Of The Fus lyrics

rate me

Honestly look at me, got a number for the mind to feed

One in the pile the king am I, stacked to the top w/ 555

Honestly I'm a fus, perfect ness oh fuckin' look

Find the courage to wait it out, any noise made is beautiful

Sound,

I'm about to get crowned

But her eye distracted me down

And I'm back where I was

I'm the king of the fus

Honestly look at me, simple little phone call requiring

To be myself and I'm afraid if that got out you might see my face

Honestly I'm a fus, perfect ness I wanna touch

Do with you what I want for now, then I wake up and face the violins sound

I kiss the moon the moon kisses mine, I kiss the face that turned to the right

Before you get on I get sick of myself and that's the point of the rain check: sickest sound

Why can't I just get what I want, oh please once, get what I want

We try so hard to look like we don't and you become second chance I let go, let go