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SurfGang Bitch

Who really fuckin' with us? (Crickets)
Wait, is that even a question? (Nope)
Nigga, I don't think you get it
Soon as they start shit,

my way
Never got a million dollars but I killed a few bucks
Threw them all in the bed of my truck
Spend my nights with the frogs and the crickets
Some

There once was a lizard
Whose name was Bob
He liked eating crickets
And lived on a rock
He ate so many crickets they started to hide
And Bob got

and the burner, that's a cricket
Swerving in and out of lanes I ain't stopping for no ticket
I need racks
I need more
Shake that ass
To the floor
Take a shot
I took

“just-in-case” savings

Will they remember me
Crickets are the crowd I see
A pit stop in their memories, playing
A song they’ll never notice

And it’s the seventh

Talking with only the light from the television too
Crickets chirping, music thumping
Damn, that was our tune
But it seems like there's no longer you
I

I was left with crickets
Just a summer thing
Not meant to last
I was left with crickets
On the back porch
Where we used to laugh
I was left with

bandana, auburn hair
Crickets in the trees, jasmine in the air
You're sipping on Coke and Old Crow Whiskey
So Oklahoma, southern as sun tea
Cutoff jeans

the crickets and the critters, I'd enjoy
If you shake it to the moon, shake it for me, boy, aww

Country boy, shake it for me, boy
Shake it for me, boy,

keep going cause I'm different
PTSD he'll get to blowing that's if a nigga fidget
If you ask who fucking with me bet you hearing crickets
You hearing

Please don't play my love like cricket
Only you, fit cure my sickness
Yeh

#CHORUS
For your sake 
Girl I'll turn a sinner
I'm ready to turn a sinner
They

While the Sun went down
And the stars stood out
And all the birds in town
Had gone to sleep
While the crickets sung
As the moon drove high
They found him

break down the statistics
I can handle all the critics
Now they silent all I'm hearing is crickets
Big steppa like a euro step
I'm fresher than a new prep

ta dip my big old brisket (And I'm)
Batting now yet shit this cricket
And I swear I'm inconsistent
But they trusted on the boy
I go hard when I deploy

I like butter on my biscuits, and the sound of backyard crickets 
Muddy water, fields of gold
It's my heart and it's my home
I got soul in my country,

I been in and out of the thick of it, Backyardigans
I assure you, I'm hitting this track hard again
And I'm hearing crickets in the backyard again

Listening to those crickets singing for us
Enjoying the sound of the burning embers
Admiring the stars shining above us
That was definitely
The best

gibberish gibberish
Bla bla bla
You want me to talk
But the crickets won't stop
(I'm 'bout to)
Mute you like
(This meeting is being recorded)
Run my hands

I'd sing like a cricket for you

My walk is long
Every step I take a chance
To steal a kiss on the castle lawn
Is this the way I'd walk you home?
Every

Listen to the crickets
Watch the sunset and sunrise
Do all the little things
That make you feel alive
It ain't always roses
Remember stop and smell

song, jumping like a cricket
(jumping like a cricket)
Busting all on her face
(ayyy) , am I too explicit?

You can love the bitch, Imma fuck the bitch

a crack
Better than the skeeters nipping at my back
Better than the crickets swarming in the grass
Better than the beetles crawling up his ass

My girl

stone
His friends called him crazy 
When he used to say

I don't like football
I don't play cricket
I don't like hip hop
I don't play reggae 
Don't like

faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
I don't like