(Wastedyouth) Blood red riding hood, I don't talk to strangers Chasin' paper, Tabi kicks, halo ranger And you know I'm still makin' bills on a hater Rollin' tree, sippin' green, got no chaser New crib, hope it's haunted Might take gettin' what you want To figure out that you don't want it Now I'm rollin' up the migraines Smoking chronic Level 99 warlock writing sonnets And I'm afraid of the wolf, in love with the bonnet Shit was listed for the low so you know I bought it It's like undercover number (n)ine issey my closet And I think I lost the key it's buried in my pockets Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Spittin' like a shortstop Sports car, the drop top Fireflies dancing above my head they do a foxtrot Wearing Helly Hansen Lookin' hella handsome Hash smokin' phantom Step into the hotbox Spinnin' in that 22B Speeding like a grand prix Three wishes he grant me Genie in a lamp, can you make her understand me? Had to drop her, cameo like Stan Lee Spend the day in Berkeley Trippin' flipping candy Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver Nyx weaver