William Hutson - Bullsh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Patron bottle empty on the floor of the Maybach Leaking liquor slowly on a red stain weave track Bentley curtains drawn see the stained gla** Chardonnay and Jesus, broken Reese's Pieces Broken piece of Alanis Morissette poster mostly unnoticed Covered over with Weezy and Ricky Rose's And stripper booty mid tip drill Midriff k**in' the strut across the floor to guerrilla pimp Filament glow Lone pole, lone dancer, lone patron Heavy ba** and 808 thud, plus breakfast buffet Sausage, eggs, and orange juice box Tour jete, on stage, goldilocks, airborne, fishnets Bleach-scented air, peach-scented hair, Nair-scented seat Outside the sun rise repeats the usual Armor All on the woodgrain Morning again [Hook: Jalene Goodwin and (Daveed Diggs)] The night is full of stars, (sunroof open) If I had one (wind in the face), would you want it? (Money in the mouth, strange metal taste) The headlights on these cars, (bullsh**) I am walking, (can't see nothing) this is bullsh** (can't see nothing) [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Umbrella in a drink, under an umbrella on a beach towel Brought by a set of big tits for a tip Interchangeable Caribbean island High-end sandals, striped sun burnt feet, french tips Plastic ash trays, half ashed blunt Hennessy orange in the afternoon sun Rolex with more diamonds than gears Ice sculpture inexplicably solid for years Rainbow in the pool spray Dude ill fitting, swimsuit, Gucci Grill glare barely visible, no grin Air sticky, hot water, still no swimming Thousand thread count on the sheets Jacuzzi bubbles in the bathroom, bubbly On a heart-shape ice in a bucket Platinum rope haphazard on the dresser like 'f** it' [Hook] The night is full of stars, (white-collared shirt) If I had one (open to the Third Reich), would you want it? (Pa** security, don't say nothing) The headlights on these cars, (bullsh**) I am walking, (can't see nothing) this is bullsh** (can't see nothing) [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Gold flex in the concrete Black gum with tread pattern from fresh sneaks Gator boots clock paired with stiletto click co*ked Wesson in a holster on a cops hip 151 in an Aquafina bottle Fitted cap to the side Catch the waddle on the liquor legs Neon flicker, glitter in the air Powder in a bag, moving sidewalk To drab carpet with a floral pattern, 70s chic To the panel walls Sweat condensing on the windows, alcohol And ammonia for the vomit puddle on the tile Pipe to the lips, teeth missing from a smile Clammy handshakes, pinky ring obsidian A sequin on a plastic leaf reflecting what it sees And about a million twisted faces floating over strained neck veins Popping from adrenaline and wrapped about with fake chains [Pre-Hook: Daveed Diggs] Nights to the stars, party and bullsh** Bacardi for the b**hes, sip some rock by the pool sh** Cued up for the poolstick You got to figure these triggers is going to pull sh**, cool it This some cool sh**, party and bullsh** Fingers twisted like 'what the f** you going to do sh**' Nights full of stars, can't see nothing, can't see nothing [Hook] The night is full of stars (gla** mostly empty) If I had one, (night 'most done) would you want it? (Eyes red, skin pale, ain't no sun) The headlights on these cars, (bullsh**) I am walking (can't see nothing), this is bullsh** (can't see nothing)