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AMBIEN AMBITIONS
by GOBBY
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I had to learn to get lost
Beating the-
Beating the drums never cared 'bout the cost
You know this is war we cannot stand a loss
Drip drip in the Ice bath filled that bitch up with Voss
Sangria flowing, emotional, garnish the salt
Two Ben Franks for the o telling brodie don't get caught
Bridges collapsing with friends that I fought
I don't need most of 'em they could've been bought
My circle like a dot whole squad up in the croft
Scotland exercise the witches now we have to be taught
They burn up the
They burn up the witches who didn't get caught
I taste the citrus off of the limelight
Showing up late, never get the time right
Police tryna keep the crime high
Budgets done caught on the wind atmosphere like a kite
Paralyzed and petrified she scared that I might
She scared that I might
Blow off my soul and into the light
Blow up on my phone then I'm into the night
I'll be deader than a doornail at the disco
We stay eating no thanks to Sysco
Hooked on your affection tryna get my fix tho
Blood was dripping, all off my fist oh
I had to learn to get lost
Beating the-
Beating the drums never cared 'bout the cost
You know this is war we cannot stand a loss
Drip drip in the Ice bath filled that bitch up with Voss
Sangria flowing, emotional, garnish the salt
Two Ben Franks for the o telling brodie don't get caught
Bridges collapsing with friends that I fought
I don't need most of 'em they could've been bought
My circle like a dot whole squad up in the croft
Scotland exercise the witches now we have to be taught
They burn up the
They burn up the witches who didn't get caught
I taste the citrus off of the limelight
Showing up late, never get the time right
Police tryna keep the crime high
Budgets done caught on the wind atmosphere like a kite
Paralyzed and petrified she scared that I might
She scared that I might
Blow off my soul and into the light
Blow up on my phone then I'm into the night
I'll be deader than a doornail at the disco
We stay eating no thanks to Sysco
Hooked on your affection tryna get my fix tho
Blood was dripping, all off my fist oh
