I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif

If I could be the Joan of Picasso that Levi I wanna fly with a feather of falcon wings

Please don't shoot me but follow Bill I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif

Goodbye Christine Sheehan, to me you're a rat

She talk British but that's all VR I don't smell it

Maybe we'll be pinched like this too

But I'm sorry if I'm the first one to fall

I wanna fly even the sky's above me blue

Like a broken fruit in a bin, I'm always young

But there's a hair tie on my wrist

And then I die, I'll be standing on a bridge

Cannot flounder, I'm fast with a Harley Quinn

Real mom, which the fuck wins?

Let a guy that I know let his aims earn

No fuck it, we'll stand on a red cliff

Who am I like my mom's marriage?

Blue light tells me ain't proof, fools

Can I fly? No, no, marriage ain't done

My life is like this again

I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif

If I could be the Joan of Picasso that Levi

I wanna fly even feather or falcon wings

Please don't shoot me but follow Bill

I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif

Cliff of shit, I'm too high

I can feel the touch of God

The money pipe, pipe, call the money, my pity

16 years, bitch and gang, we do fuckin' big

You tactless bastard, please know who you fuckin' with

Talking shit is a waste of time

I'm just sticking to my shit, man, I just need a beat

Gotta kill it like a bitch, that is how I did it

That's it, I don't care

When my next album comes out, I'll be one more artist of the year

Without any fear, my day -to -day is having many tears

I paint perfect fuckin' pictures like Vermeer

Too much taxes on me, I'll make too much

The top isn't a good place to stay for too long

I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif

If I could be the Joan of Picasso that Levi

I wanna fly with feather of falcon wings

Please don't shoot me but follow Bill

I'm hanging from the balcony of Bruce Alif