"Methane Gas" lyrics

Dream draft like I'm Steve Nash on a rampage
Cheap bag 'cause the weed wack like a landscape
Bro sad, went to rehab, hit a bad low
Hard pass, brought the lean back like Fat Joe
Back stroke, put the kids back on her back bone
That get the kids a little embarrassed like a dad joke
Hat low, I'm a red flag with a cash flow
Red flag like I'm Chinese on a flag pole
I be on every computer all around the whole globe
Feed Mac's and I feed Del's like Castro
Feed Macs and I feed Dell like Castro
Stay next to my OG like Maco
Call me T, jump in TV, where the remote?
T cuddle? No
Tea kettle, good for your throat
T cuddle? No
T kettle, let's party
Have a ball and I hold the ball like the golf tee
You all the way soft, bitch, I don't play golf
I'm a God made saint with a Caucas face
And a half black lung from the heartbreak days
I'm a concrete kid with a concave brain
Doing conquest quiet like we cut cocaine
I'm a phantom to my opps like Phantom of the Opera
Wicked on stage like Broadway plays
Wicked on stage like Broadway plays
Make 'em nosedive like MJ's face
Turn a bitch ghost white like MJ face
Give the greatest hits like MJ gems
Make a pro po fall like MJ's death
And I beat kid's ass like MJ's dad
And a fuel hoes up like methane gas

Fuel hoes up like methane gas
Fuel hoes up like methane gas
Fuel hoes up like methane gas
Fuel-fuel, methane gas

Methane, I will not date till my death date
Good friend, not a boyfriend for the friend's sake
Won't be in a picture frame, just a bedframe
Treat them like a pet before I give them a pet name
Pet name, give 'em all jobs, get a friend paid
You give me a big Benz, like UK
I give you a Lexus, like Texas
One day, we gon' pass cars like left lane
Pass cars, like a left lane on the highway
Vacay, cause I rap great, I can migrate
Migraines and a headache every last day
Sometimes I think they from God
He telling me, "Stop thinking that way"
God give me headaches to stop thinking bad things
She told me leave it in, fuck no, in that case
I took my children out early like half days
I took my children out early like bomb threats
I keep a sixteen inside me like prom dress
Gotta date uglier women, they stress-free
I got a ten on my back, cause I'm messy
I got a ten on my back like I'm Messi
I left a web on her body and she put her clothes on the web like it's Etsy
I see your shit I keep scrolling, I scroll like the Dead Sea
You all the way soft, bitch, I don't play golf
I'm a god made Saint with a Caucas face
And a half black lung from the heartbreak days
I'm a concrete kid with a concave brain
Doing conquest quiet like we cut cocaine
I'm a phantom to my opps like Phantom of the Opera
Wicked on stage like Broadway plays

Fuel hoes up like methane gas
Fuel hoes up like methane gas
Fuel hoes up like methane gas
Fuel-fuel, methane gas