chappell roan words of the day: i mean fuck i like pills i like drugs i like getting money i like strippers i like to fuck i like day drinking and day parties in hollywood i like doing hollywood shit snort it prolly would
chappell roan words of the day: This one is for the boys with the boomin' system
Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right
kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for
And yes, you'll get slapped if
Anti-matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny
This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers
All you crash queens and motor babies
Listen up
chappell roan words of the day: Look alive, sunshine
109 in the sky, but the pigs won't quit
You're here with me, Dr. Death-Defying
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor
Your helicopter
Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses