Intro:
Queen of The Pacific, I’m Luna Lee
Invest in this machine, let me count to three 
One- who is my idol? Chun Li
Two- what are these bitches? My son.
Three- what you cannot do: outrun, If I run up on your crew it’s game over, done. 


Verse 1:
I pop a pill everytime i wake up
Mental is fucked ego bigger than trump 
Wake up and pray then I act like a cunt while I smoke up that reefa and roll up the blunt 

Aggressive it’s true
Depressive that too
Obsessive, oppressive, possessive that’s you. 


Hook:
Serving bars like Barbie
Catch me on a Harley 
Pull up in Manila two shots bacardi 
Hair color neon
My level you are not on
Luna light year 
To infinity and beyond


I aint playing with you this is not a toy story
My non fiction diction leave the scene all gorey. 



Verse 3:
Social media treats me like a preacher
Pretty fat body, baddie like a gangsta
Stunting on these bitches in Balenciaga
Take a flight, meet you out in Osaka
Triple axels on the beat like Tonya 
Watch me murder any beat any genre
Hungry like the bulls out in Tijuana
Luna heals all wounds, like Wanda

Femme bi mania
Condemn my nymphomania 
Big daddy energy flashing like a camera
Pretty and I’m handsome 
Hand some money, ransom
I said hand some money, ransom


Never doubted myself, now I’m feeling myself
Eat my pussy up because it’s good for your health 
No hook straight bars, who does it like me? 
One fuck I don’t give? who doesn’t like me.