3 birds
Blood from the speakers
Because the beat hurts
We work hard because we're epic
Then our feet hurt
Everythings hot
Gonna faint
Got a fever
I wish
But i know im never gonna see her
Nothing breaches my outer shell
Always out here stuck in hell
Everybody's buying everything but what i'm trying to sell

3 little birds
Tell me things that ive heard
And i know im the worse
And i know that im cursed
(X2)

Everything i got on
Rick owens dot com
(x3)
What do u want
Now im lit like a hot bomb
I pull up in an infiniti
Now im in ur hood in givеnchy city
Everythings wrong everythings not prеtty
Now i spin the block in a rick owens hoodie
(chorus)