Lyrics:
Yeah...yeah...yeah
When I do wake up it's never worth it
Cold pizza, beer and fag butts by the bed
There's a battle going on your head
Mornings are so overrated
& tell
I mean at this point im jelous of my fuckin self
Rolled up with 6 joints, it’s top and you can tell by the smelll
if KTLYN in the spot you know its
Sometimes it's all that I can do to get up out of bed
Talking to the angels, fighting demons in my head
Oh, oh
Coffee and a cigarette, and I
Watching Felix the Cat
Dragging my fake dad's vinyl chair
Upstairs
So I could cover my whole body with baby oil
And feel my butt cheeks slide
Across its
Sleepy hollow half assers can't master half the stature
Thought it's me vs the world but turns out I missed the rapture
Cancer for the rapper in asshole no
He was the butt of all your jokes
Never liked by you
Stood in the way of your control
A laughing stock in both your hearts
Now he's gone you cry
Cigarette butt
Belongs in the ashtray
Don't honk your horn
You can knock on the front door
Time flies by
It's all in your mind
I'd do anything
Just
Now listen to me while you're punching
Her goat and stabbing her gerbil
I slipped this in a drink
Now all you gotta do is
Shave on this
bitches in the trap trying to send nudes
Big bro say you a dog so he give me food
Cash out bitch it's getting cold I'm finna get some drip
Racks on standby
the losses I took, I won't tell nobody sorry
Got off my ass, got me a bag, and I be havin' it by tomorrow, nigga
Catch a opp, roll him in a wheelchair, I'ma
closely followed
By delusions of grandeur." (--Karen Horney)
I think about all the pube I got
While reading the Rubaiyat
And make babies in bunny slippers
butt though
Shawty thinks that I just wanna fuck
Well I kind of do but I still might cuff
It's all up to you baby tell me what's what though
You should
The door was old big and chunky
The floor was scratched
And a bit lumpy
The yard was small
But we got rowdy
It was hard
But you couldn't do it
Wish he was real so he could end my whole shit in one sec
I scroll through itch.io, horror section mocking me
An endless list of shit by kids in their
hurt the trees feelings and the birds all flew
[C] I don't mean to insult you
[C] Oh wait! Yes I do.
[D] Your teeth are yellow, they're covered in mould
drinking up
The Bommerlunder kinda make you shake your butt
Oh yeah this drink is right on time
They said a couple of sips and it can blow your mind
You
and you're drinking up
The Bommerlunder kinda make you shake your butt
Oh yeah this drink is right on time
They said a couple of sips and it will blow your
Awfully Deep
[Verse 1]
I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame
I'm eighteen bits, I'm forty-eight hertz
My favourite tie-tie 'til my nicky (?)
My flirt
them do the flippin'
And I'ma stick to frees 'cause they better than my written
Chillin' by the pool kickin' ls gettin' lifted
Took a chance so I knew I
layer of extra skin
Bars looking fat as fuck we about to go flex again
I do well by myself I don't be needing niggas
Group homes made me believe in victor
overwhelming
I'm Feelin camel cool, but I'm fucked up after an hour or two,
Without you I'm just a fool
Drowning in drool, addicted to you
Of course I do
As the insane say
The compressed evil
Festering to constipate
Congested by the meal.
It curls upon the grass
It comes: the massive mass
Crows gaze
close enough to feel my own pain
Matthew
You lived your final hours
With the butt of a gun
Smashing in your brain
Do they know that they're failing
and foremost
R.I.P POP SMOKE
We Gone Keep wooin
Gettin this bread by the loft
Yea I'm Ape butt I fuck with da locs
Wanna get some money
Bitch I could be ya
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