LAX

I trust more my worst enemy than you
Paris match, Motomami in Louis bag
I have the yard that you won't have
But you have everything I lost

Someone new wants something from me
Many more knives in the VIP
Nights alone and my party crew
That's how Ferraris crash

Someone new wants something from me
Many more knives in the VIP
Nights alone and my party crew
Almost no one sees what I lost

LAX, pretty for my flex
Never pretty for my ex
Jetlag on my Rolex
Paparazzi, Rolleiflex

It's not serious, can't you see?
I'm modest
O-1 Visa over this

It feels heavy
It feels heavy, it feels heavy
The spotlights for me, the spotlights for me
I wanted it for me, I had it for me

It feels heavy
It feels heavy, it feels heavy
The spotlights for me
Before they burn, let me out