Cry baby
Hit me with new types of ammo lay me on my burial wallow my ground
And lately
Im one in ahead of you going one hundred and fourth five miles per hour
You haven't fell off until the girl you're the first love of just doesn't respond to calls no more
Yeah doubling back when you think of it that way
Checking my shoulders I made it to lookout
Shooting shots for another hour they MV done get me and my phone out
Cut Canva long Polar bear dropping on the archive get thoughts out
Made it so goddamn far see pearls
Holding my Hietermans hair as she hurls
Went back in time to get back to when I held some different morals
Reminiscent of time zones the keybaord keep me atoned with worlds
Crack in the pipe
I'm breathing old modesty
You wasn't honest
I'm needing more than just the sound bites
No more appearance
You are not modeling
SGK GO!
Archive indefinite
Yes I am here but my music was sedative
Boring, repetitive, rapping with Richie it kept me complacent
Invite to Artistname daunting, scared of competitive
Relish these moments, I couldn't cherish the past so I do it today
I rocked in my bed through the night, I was always never hitting hay
Company welcomed, me out the house, get me out the house, I don't know the way
Fear for my life, paranoid paranoid, Ken, Destroy Lonely
Harrogate town on the speakers, blaring, still think of that girl from Coney
I'm in the booth with Toni, I'm in the booth with Toni, I'm in the PUNK
Bad bitch, hair done, smoking on mid, come here and start smoking on holy
Guard up, so like WW2 warfare, i baloney
Lawn chair, I'm folding, old verse, cheese moldy
Used to rap like Boldy, nobody heard my verses
Curses left members of Poland in hearses
Soviet blocks, grandma still clutches her purse
Places where the thought on avoiding the hurt
How do you feel
Below Christ administer pain bottles
Me on my opiate arc
This Roman act l again for the second I get a hangover I salivate hard
This morning I woke up a dormant abitutuary
I benefited off monsters from rosters
It did not matter the cost
The books I stole refuse the coil
Turning abominable rotary phones to burners
I'd keep three digits on dial
Later relying making it seem mild
I'd keep the watch on for times sake
If I was you
Hooked up without compass compassionate done less
Hereditary oblivion caviar tool
She just wants to smoke some, drink some, punk one
I'm tired of this junk, so I'm a buzzer beater, chuck one
Me and Toni in this room, we gone bottom bunk top bunk one
I feel so burnt out, lets drop the tape,
Not silly, ruckus
I'm buzzed off of the singles we're dropping tonka over tundra
I slide a .46 in need of another method to get f*cked up
Unfortunately OTC know us so they need to watch us
Don't really feel how a punk does
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Cry baby
Hit me with new types of ammo lay me on my burial wallow my ground
And lately
Im one in ahead of you going one hundred and fourth five miles per hour
You haven't fell off until the girl you're the first love of just doesn't respond to calls no more
Yeah doubling back when you think of it that way
Checking my shoulders I made it to lookout
Shooting shots for another hour they MV done get me and my phone out
Cut Canva long Polar bear dropping on the archive get thoughts out
Made it so goddamn far see pearls
Holding my Hietermans hair as she hurls
Went back in time to get back to when I held some different morals
Reminiscent of time zones the keybaord keep me atoned with worlds
Crack in the pipe
I'm breathing old modesty
You wasn't honest
I'm needing more than just the sound bites
No more appearance
You are not modeling
SGK GO!
Archive indefinite
Yes I am here but my music was sedative
Boring, repetitive, rapping with Richie it kept me complacent
Invite to Artistname daunting, scared of competitive
Relish these moments, I couldn't cherish the past so I do it today
I rocked in my bed through the night, I was always never hitting hay
Company welcomed, me out the house, get me out the house, I don't know the way
Fear for my life, paranoid paranoid, Ken, Destroy Lonely
Harrogate town on the speakers, blaring, still think of that girl from Coney
I'm in the booth with Toni, I'm in the booth with Toni, I'm in the PUNK
Bad bitch, hair done, smoking on mid, come here and start smoking on holy
Guard up, so like WW2 warfare, i baloney
Lawn chair, I'm folding, old verse, cheese moldy
Used to rap like Boldy, nobody heard my verses
Curses left members of Poland in hearses
Soviet blocks, grandma still clutches her purse
Places where the thought on avoiding the hurt
How do you feel
Below Christ administer pain bottles
Me on my opiate arc
This Roman act l again for the second I get a hangover I salivate hard
This morning I woke up a dormant abitutuary
I benefited off monsters from rosters
It did not matter the cost
The books I stole refuse the coil
Turning abominable rotary phones to burners
I'd keep three digits on dial
Later relying making it seem mild
I'd keep the watch on for times sake
If I was you
Hooked up without compass compassionate done less
Hereditary oblivion caviar tool
She just wants to smoke some, drink some, punk one
I'm tired of this junk, so I'm a buzzer beater, chuck one
Me and Toni in this room, we gone bottom bunk top bunk one
I feel so burnt out, lets drop the tape,
Not silly, ruckus
I'm buzzed off of the singles we're dropping tonka over tundra
I slide a .46 in need of another method to get f*cked up
Unfortunately OTC know us so they need to watch us
Don't really feel how a punk does
Hit me with new types of ammo lay me on my burial wallow my ground
And lately
Im one in ahead of you going one hundred and fourth five miles per hour
You haven't fell off until the girl you're the first love of just doesn't respond to calls no more
Yeah doubling back when you think of it that way
Checking my shoulders I made it to lookout
Shooting shots for another hour they MV done get me and my phone out
Cut Canva long Polar bear dropping on the archive get thoughts out
Made it so goddamn far see pearls
Holding my Hietermans hair as she hurls
Went back in time to get back to when I held some different morals
Reminiscent of time zones the keybaord keep me atoned with worlds
Crack in the pipe
I'm breathing old modesty
You wasn't honest
I'm needing more than just the sound bites
No more appearance
You are not modeling
SGK GO!
Archive indefinite
Yes I am here but my music was sedative
Boring, repetitive, rapping with Richie it kept me complacent
Invite to Artistname daunting, scared of competitive
Relish these moments, I couldn't cherish the past so I do it today
I rocked in my bed through the night, I was always never hitting hay
Company welcomed, me out the house, get me out the house, I don't know the way
Fear for my life, paranoid paranoid, Ken, Destroy Lonely
Harrogate town on the speakers, blaring, still think of that girl from Coney
I'm in the booth with Toni, I'm in the booth with Toni, I'm in the PUNK
Bad bitch, hair done, smoking on mid, come here and start smoking on holy
Guard up, so like WW2 warfare, i baloney
Lawn chair, I'm folding, old verse, cheese moldy
Used to rap like Boldy, nobody heard my verses
Curses left members of Poland in hearses
Soviet blocks, grandma still clutches her purse
Places where the thought on avoiding the hurt
How do you feel
Below Christ administer pain bottles
Me on my opiate arc
This Roman act l again for the second I get a hangover I salivate hard
This morning I woke up a dormant abitutuary
I benefited off monsters from rosters
It did not matter the cost
The books I stole refuse the coil
Turning abominable rotary phones to burners
I'd keep three digits on dial
Later relying making it seem mild
I'd keep the watch on for times sake
If I was you
Hooked up without compass compassionate done less
Hereditary oblivion caviar tool
She just wants to smoke some, drink some, punk one
I'm tired of this junk, so I'm a buzzer beater, chuck one
Me and Toni in this room, we gone bottom bunk top bunk one
I feel so burnt out, lets drop the tape,
Not silly, ruckus
I'm buzzed off of the singles we're dropping tonka over tundra
I slide a .46 in need of another method to get f*cked up
Unfortunately OTC know us so they need to watch us
Don't really feel how a punk does
Writer: Antonio Solares, Olivier Kubicki
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid