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Left-handed bandit - Camp lazlo Lyrics



Left-handed bandit - Camp lazlo Lyrics




Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ouuuu
Oouuuu

I bet that pressure make you reconsider
You taste the sweet and taste The bitter nah you picky with your dinner.
You were there for the summer took shelter in the winter
Nah I'm ending where I'm Beginning
Shadow boxing with my Demons
I can't tell you who winning
Holy water stay swimming
Feeling like I might drown
No if ands or butts now
Up like the Sun now
I'll be outside when sundown

Hunt
All my niggas scouting camplazlo
I keep that gas to fuel my soul When I'm feeling hollow
I'm cooking in the stewie no Rallo
I'm feeling like Cobain tell me How low
How low how low
Yeah bitch I'm hollow
I'm hollow I'm hollow
Bitch I'm hollow
But how low how low

Verse

Yeah it's trauma and it's pain
Blood splatter aren't u glad that it rains
A baby born A man's dead
That's a typical day
Lay down or get laid cus this The bed you made
Self-made
Yeah I'm hot than I'm Cold it's Alot I contain
Can't take the doobie out my Ashtray
Won't let you do me that way
In transition not a phase
Hard to hide your face
Above water above water
I'm so shore about this wave

Bridge
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Somebody tell My exes there won't be no love song's
The way you niggas moving
I can't leave that thang home
Mr. Potato Head I'm rearranging facials
Huh
Thru The Wire for Wyer
Double homicide blow ah L For AL R.I.P
Nah them losses don't count
When them kids prevail
You bitches donkey
I pin the tail it's a difference Pull back the veil
I rise to the light & watch u Wallow in hell

Hunt
All my niggas scouting camplazlo
I keep that gas to fuel my soul When I'm feeling hollow
I'm cooking in the stewie no Rallo
I'm feeling like Cobain tell me How low
How low how low
Yeah bitch I'm hollow
I'm hollow I'm hollow
Bitch I'm hollow
But how low how low
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Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ouuuu
Oouuuu

I bet that pressure make you reconsider
You taste the sweet and taste The bitter nah you picky with your dinner.
You were there for the summer took shelter in the winter
Nah I'm ending where I'm Beginning
Shadow boxing with my Demons
I can't tell you who winning
Holy water stay swimming
Feeling like I might drown
No if ands or butts now
Up like the Sun now
I'll be outside when sundown

Hunt
All my niggas scouting camplazlo
I keep that gas to fuel my soul When I'm feeling hollow
I'm cooking in the stewie no Rallo
I'm feeling like Cobain tell me How low
How low how low
Yeah bitch I'm hollow
I'm hollow I'm hollow
Bitch I'm hollow
But how low how low

Verse

Yeah it's trauma and it's pain
Blood splatter aren't u glad that it rains
A baby born A man's dead
That's a typical day
Lay down or get laid cus this The bed you made
Self-made
Yeah I'm hot than I'm Cold it's Alot I contain
Can't take the doobie out my Ashtray
Won't let you do me that way
In transition not a phase
Hard to hide your face
Above water above water
I'm so shore about this wave

Bridge
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Somebody tell My exes there won't be no love song's
The way you niggas moving
I can't leave that thang home
Mr. Potato Head I'm rearranging facials
Huh
Thru The Wire for Wyer
Double homicide blow ah L For AL R.I.P
Nah them losses don't count
When them kids prevail
You bitches donkey
I pin the tail it's a difference Pull back the veil
I rise to the light & watch u Wallow in hell

Hunt
All my niggas scouting camplazlo
I keep that gas to fuel my soul When I'm feeling hollow
I'm cooking in the stewie no Rallo
I'm feeling like Cobain tell me How low
How low how low
Yeah bitch I'm hollow
I'm hollow I'm hollow
Bitch I'm hollow
But how low how low
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Writer: Sarah Bartley
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Performed By: Left-handed bandit
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Sarah Bartley

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