Urgent Bugatti

Yeah, check the wrist.

I don’t do

waiting

lists. Start the

engine.

Lip gloss sharp like a razor blade He’s still talking,

I’m already paid Valet shaking when he hand me the keys Cold-blooded

bitch in a hundred degrees Don't text me "where you at?"—read the

room Exhaust pipe humming that heavy perfume You move in slow-mo,

I move in stealth Talking to me is bad for your health

Tick-tock, baby, you’re wasting my night Redline screaming at the traffic light

Don't call my phone,

I’m out of your zone Catch me in the hills on a

throne of my own

Cell service dying, it’s rapidly spotty Doing two-hundred,

Urgent Bugatti Too hot to copy,

nobody stop me Look at the body—Urgent Bugatti!

Urgent Bugatti—

Rapidly spotty!

Urgent—Urgent—Bu-Bu-Bugatti!

Shut up and watch me.

Ooh,

look in the rearview...

You look so tiny back there.

Is your connection cutting out?

Yeah...

rapidly spotty, darling.

Bye-bye.

Cell service dying, it’s rapidly spotty Doing two-hundred,

Urgent Bugatti Too hot to copy,

nobody stop me Look at the body—Urgent Bugatti!

Urgent Bugatti!

Rapidly spotty!

Too hot to copy—

Urgent Bugatti!

(Yeah, eat my dust)

Urgent Bugatti.

Call me when you can afford the gas. (hahaha)