Lyrics:
could fake you out This is nobody's bad but my own, and I Don't know if I can hold my tongue anymore Sing what you sing, you sing it in dingbats Say what
Grab a coffee down the stairs Coda, why you wrecking all the presents Why you being such a dingbat Gosh, you can be so dumb sometimes Coda, why you
I might swing back Yeah, I'm a dingbat Might screenshot, send chat Fabulous clean Straggot Palate clean Don't duck protein Fabulous clean Faggot
She's a dingbat She's a dingbat Always walking in to trees Wakes me up to ask if I'm asleep Sits around stares in to space Oh God I hate her
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash One night I had a backstage pass To a Willie Nelson show There were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes And athletes
Yeah you said I can't go Let me be Don't you see No good bullshit Jackass dingbat Stupid jerkhead Bonehead dipstick No good bullshit Jackass dingbat
You can see into my eye Drive drive drive I didn't pass the first time So I try again There is a mamba on the television Get off the telephone dingbat
a dingbat Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag I was fourteen, already in the deep end (yeah) Fifteen years old when I first robbed the weed
a bitch before my strap, I mean that Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag I was 14 already in
the void world Such thieving rat Such a dingbat 'Cause you act like a dingbat Just like Bill Anderson Why you live in the house like this? 'Cause you
Hello I'm Johnny Cash one night I had a backstage pass to The Willie Nelson Show There were wackos and weirdos And dingbats and dodos And athletes
on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace" I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat, that
in the field They kill for pills And sling packs to dingbats Hoping they’ll cop ‘em some wheels Niggas start hating That pistol start clapping Rat tat
to burn Di du joogedy di di dince dice Dum dum, dingbat damn, I say man Let's try it again, show your friend Is it true naw, is it two eyes and hips?
on beats I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "Peace" I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat, that
at the base of the place Each claim way braver than the bravest you've faced Bunch of dingbats yapping about saving the day But wait, a silhouetted
'em dap, dead that Yeah, you thought it was over, dingbat Where you stash the thing at? Think back Weeks later found floatin' in the river with
about to change my range and be a singer who rap You dingbat, you get your head dinged with a bat I'm kiddin My styles is killer like the Twin Ghost
to change my range and be a singer who rap You dingbat, you get your head dinged with a bat I'm kiddin My styles is killer like the Twin Ghost Experience
I took my old way home And I knew I saw your car It had the same old dent And a sticker of a nautical star Parked in front of the dingbat We almost
dingbats don't see the purpose I swallowed up the demons Now I breath the surface Forget the tradeoffs And greet the merchant What lies in passion is nothing
you dingbats Gums just be flappin', to me, you can get smacked (Get smacked) Stupid, you just seem delirious (Seem delirious) Have seen the series
is unstable Filled with dingbats and rats Want to make it go splat Like a calico cat All over the mat My thoughts run here there and everywhere Day by
like a fuckin Dingbat going Nowhere Calm myself down, honking and honking I look like a clown and I'm looking so down Back on my fuckery, buying a round
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