Crash Bandicoot - CYRUS

Who you trying to fool, bitch, I said to leave your shoes at the door

Tracking shit in, motherfucker

You spent a couple thousand dollars on some bullshit

You talk about what you gon' do, but never do shit

You talk a lot, I think I’m noticing a pattern with your ass

You should stop it 'fore I have to take a paddle to your ass, straight up

I need a bashful bitch

But, one that’s got dreams and is passionate

A girl that rock Drake, little Migos sometimes, maybe Prince, but ain’t afraid

to play Passion Pit

Motherfucker, I’m a catch

Like Odell Beckham, pass it to me down the stretch

And fuck it, I don’t care what anybody say, I’m the coldest white rapper since

the one from the bay, but

I don’t go outside, it’s no way (No way)

I don’t go outside, it’s no thanks (No thanks)

I don’t go outside, man, I’m straight, when you pull up to the spot, man,

I’m Crash Bandicoot

I don’t go outside, bitch, I’m great (I'm great)

I don’t go outside, fuck you think? (You think)

I don’t go outside, man, I’m straight, when you pull up to the spot, man,

I’m Crash Bandicoot

Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)

Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)

Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot, you

Better get up out my way when you see me come through

I love me some mamas

Now put some hands up, ain’t got me no baby mamas

Now put them hands down, 'fore I call on somebody

Tell me why you is on your phone, if you ain’t calling nobody?

I’m feeling so parched

Pussy so pink, got my pinky on cocked

Dreams so wet, got my ex unblocked

And I’m quick to the whip, let me know where to park, swerve

Bitch, you crazy

And you so fake, you a faux fur blanket

And mama just said that you ain’t no lady

So, if you hit me up, looks like I can’t make it

And it’s word to Big Sean

Jhene so bad, she could never do wrong

And all my old songs sound like they is new songs

By the time they come out I’ve already moved on, but

I don’t go outside, it’s no way (No way)

I don’t go outside, it’s no thanks (No thanks)

I don’t go outside, man, I’m straight, when you pull up to the spot, man,

I’m Crash Bandicoot

I don’t go outside, bitch, I’m great (I'm great)

I don’t go outside, fuck you think? (You think)

I don’t go outside, man, I’m straight, when you pull up to the spot, man,

I’m Crash Bandicoot

Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)

Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)

Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot, you

Better get up out my way when you see me come through

All of y’all two-faced, and I don’t fuck with people that got two first names

It’s Marcus Ryan Ford don’t even bring him up, besides, everybody knows he sucks

I get everything that I want

And there’s a lot of things that I want

It’s some new shit every day, put some beads on all my chains

Keep me grounded like I re-upped my supply of Novacane

And I’m bouncing to this shit, got me feeling like a Martian

I might turn the motherfucking room into a mosh pit

Murdering a track, think I’m running out of options

And I’ve been eating beats, I’m a fucking vegetarian

Y’all in final form, but, you look like Shawn Marion

I’ve seen better views from a room at the Marriott

Y’all look at people like there’s something you could gain

But, I never look at people that don’t look me in the face

Motherfucker, I’m the phone operator

If you hit me, better bet that I’m gon' hang up

See, 'cause I ain’t got the time, or the minutes in the day, for somebody

spending theirs throwing all of it away

I don’t pull up, I pull out, turn a bed into a couch

Turn your bitch into somebody you don’t bring around the house

And I’m always on the whim, living life on the edge

And so everyone I meet’s probably better off as friends