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I woke up in a truck stop parking lot
A girl in a red white and blue halter top was staring
Thick glasses like mine
And a low bored monotone vocal

We talk with vocal fry
We watch our futures die
(90's kids, 90's kids)
In debt before we slave
But mom just thinks we rave
(90's kids, 90's

grasp
With a drunken high and vocal fry to heal a violent past
Terrified of cars at speeds faster than the stars that bleed
Glowing like the mark that

On the reuptake
On the reuptake
On the reuptake

Don spoke aloud and said, "You got vocal fry bitch;
Get used to one style Yo and I might switch."

clothes are upcycled or personally bespoke
If you're turning left whene'er you fly
Or if your accent's city, country or a vocal fry

What I care about is

hearin' that vocal fry against my ear as I'm ridin' that shit
He wants some holy water so I show him that holy grail
69 I'm deepthroatin' and suckin' that

Peter pan can take your hand and lie

Fucking the food
Susie can shoot her friend and die to sleep
And I can be you
Wearing my vocal fry for halloween

like a bloodhound
When you speak
I see your spit fly
I scratch your vocal fry
But still, I don't hear you
When you kissed me
For the first time
Said you

a luger in my hand, I'll watch the world die
Monster Punch in the other, I've got vocal fry
Cry myself to sleep when the day ends
2017, You know I had no

(low tone vocal fry) Stepped In function
Too focused to fuck with the fuck shit
Lick two shots in the air for the Toughest
Roughest rude bwoy dem yuh nah

a luger in my hand, I'll watch the world die
Monster Punch in the other, I've got vocal fry
Cry myself to sleep when the day ends
2017, you know I had no

peter pan can take your hand and lie

Fucking the food
Susie can shoot her friend and die to sleep
And I can be you
Wearing my vocal fry for halloween

it. I can feel it
I’m fucking done----
(vocal fry)

are upcycled or personally bespoke
If you're turning left whene'er you fly
Or if your accent's city, country or a vocal fry

What I care about is who

Yeah you’re burning out again, 
Better not with friends, 
Hanging on my couch, 
Makes it hard to think about, 

Your vocal fry is gone, 
And you

Vocal fry
Hmm
Aleatoric murmuring of tree names
Hmm
About five-hundred species of trees
About five-hundred species of trees
About five-hundred

a specialized industry
You just a local guy rappin with a vocal fry
And they don't know you nah, secretly they hope you die
I'm so hungry like them rappers gettin

lighting
Your contradiction's ass lighting
That even worse than vocal fry 
You never made another lie, what a lie
Your reaction keep playing it by ear
Side

me
Dick is not attached on
Make him buckle,
Till he gasp
Gotta strap on

Baby open wide
Why you working on a tenor
I need vocal frys

cye cye!
Need

I've got some mid-level high
As sobriety stalls
You're in town a few nights
But don't answer my calls
My vocal cords fry
Twelve steps is too much

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, vocals)
Alan zavod

tired of all these lames
Thinking they're in my brain
Mojarras
I got bigger fish to fry
Bigger fish to fry
Mojarras
I got bigger fish to fry
Bigger fish

I still cut through with the local boys
She in love with the flows of the vocal noise
Need the new V8 for the motor noise
I fuck up your team like

The London

Young Thug

The London

2019

slide, nigga (huh, slide)
No catfishing, this is not a fish fry, nigga
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody