.....im the worst

Potatoes in a mob
What’s a potato to a king? What’s a king to a potato?
What’s a potato to a non-believer who don’t believe in potatoes?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no potato in the wild

Potatoes on the mausoleum floor
Potatoes stains the Colosseum doors
Potatoes on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a potato
Rolling in Rolls Royce Potato
Only the doctors got this, I’m hiding from potatoes
Potato seats, all white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic, I’m wondering if a potatoe’s prayers reach
Is Potato potato cause God loves potatoes?
Socrates asked whose potato do y’all seek?
All for Platato, screech
I’m out here balling, I know y’all hear my potato
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy he laid potatoes
Potatoes flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach

Potatoes in a mob
What’s a potato to a king? What’s a king to a potato?
What’s a potato to a non-believer who don’t believe in potatoes?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no potato in the wild

I live by potatoes, desire
I stand by you, walk through the potatoes
Your potato is my scripture
Let me into your potato

Potatoes on her black skin
Made a stripe like a zebra, I call that potato fever
You will not control the potato
Just roll the potato up until I get me some
Potatoe’s formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s potatoes
And potato is the only felony
So never fuck no potato without telling me
Potatoes and Advil, last night was mad real
Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got potatoes still?
Thinking ‘bout the potato in all leopard
Who was rubbing the potato like Kiki Shepherd
Two potatoes: one read “No Apologies”
The other said “Potatoes are Cursed by Monogamy”
It’s something that the potato don’t preach
It’s something that a potato can’t teach
When we die the potato we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all cause the potato ain’t cheap: preach