LV~There's No FVR Lyrics

I been chasing after bread, I swear I like that pita

Got that heat like a pan, so now they calling me Peter

Oh I got hella dreads, I'm hooded just like the reaper

Slide on that bitch like spread, her cat turned into a weeper

They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner

They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner

One night, then I'm finna leave her

Not that somebody, no not that Aaliyah

A chef out here just trying to get all my cheese up

Pick and roll, pick and roll, pick and roll, D. Rose

How I make art come right out a speaker

Make that girl twirl, feeling like Rita

Lil' Spanish Mami, oh hey señorita

She calling me papi, tryna have a lil' fetus

The opps only talk, no they can't defeat us

Couldn't give a damn, yeah not no beaver

Heaven's door, oh boy I read ya

Chain you up, chain you up, Kurapika

You not that, oh no you don't mean shit

Not a fan, but yeah you a creeper

Running tracks, oh yeah I'm a cheetah

I ain't been feeling like me, lost in the clouds, yeah I'm too high

Diving in a deep sea, don't know how I'm finna survive

I hate people counting on me, I'm not a crowd pleaser

I been lost up in a dream, I'm just a lost dreamer

That girl I thought she a keeper

Honestly I wouldn't leave her

Every time she pop up, it be a teaser

Cold ice on me just to match my demeanor

Heart on froze, yeah it be up in a freezer

Loving is easy, it ain't forever

Therefore, heartbreak ain't easy

Heart-heart-heartbreak ain't easy

Loving is easy, but heartbreak ain't easy

It ain't forever

I been chasing after bread, I swear I like that pita

Got that heat like a pan, so now they calling me Peter

Oh I got hella dreads, I'm hooded just like the reaper

Slide on that bitch like spread, her cat turned into a weeper

They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner

They cold and they hella pressed, I'm colder, my swag meaner

To the end zone, one hand like Odell

Don't get friend zone, plenty girls, get bare

Sometimes I'm cold, but life isn't fair

Telling it real 'cause you cannot tell

'Cause there's no stopping me

Just tell you do well

Need a bitch, just ring a bell

Need a rich, the bank teller gon tell

Might just put you up in Chanel

She do anything just for the purse

Rockstar disease, think I need me a nurse

Lil' ecchi scene in the back of the hearse

Murder the pussy, back of the hearse

Always chasing right after my goal, go getter, go getter

The bad times only telling me to do better, do better

All the pain don't phase me, I am numb, eyes deader, no eye shedder

Pockets real fatter, like an obese but no I'm not no member

Stomp enemies and my bottoms get redder

Loose attitude

All types of fucks, couldn't give a two

Spending my days up in solitude

Might eat off yo' bitch like some finger food

No smoke, no mirrors you can see

No one 'round here is feeling me

Disconnected society

Might just stop my heart from beating