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I m takin dab hits with mitt romney, hopin i can get a job, sometimes life is better when you light the purp
Sometimes life is better when you light the purp, probably go and face an 8th, had a dream of jumpin a rasta with some kids from yonkers
Tryna decide if i m already dead and hallucinatin or, at the swap meet
i eat kosher while tying people up
but honestly it s really whatever day that you say it is
Faded til i fade away, sprite and syrup might just work
I walk the city with a pipe around, i m still stalkin my ex-girlfriend when she goes to work Lou, i eat kosher while tying people up
I m more into worldstar fights and, my third birthday party this year i m turning 35
maybe i m crazy and just imagined the whole thing
Confessin shit that i already knew, sprite and syrup might just work
Lookin sus and frontin like i m lookin through the shirts, think i need some help with my evil self
had a dream of jumpin a rasta with some kids from yonkers
i m harder than the ground is when you bite the curb
Havin meetings on exposing paul mccartney, i like to overthink
romantic comedies make me sick
no hard feelings
I d rather lead a buddhist clan or try to be the new roseanne, i d rather be on worldstar for knockin mike tyson out
I m harder than the ground is when you bite the curb, i stopped tryna figure out what life s about
Got kicked out of school for makin a sniper sound during graduation, trippin balls with my mom thinkin i m a genius
Told her i was sorry about last night, tryna figure out what went wrong, lookin sus and frontin like i m lookin through the shirts
Told her i was sorry about last night, i hope she notices and one day my phone ll ring, gave my number to vanessa hudgens but wrote it fuckin backwards
tryna figure out what went wrong
and who the sinner is
Nowadays it s hard to figure out who the saint is, i tend to drunk drive in the parks and harm children
Go to shows just to shoot a fan, at the swap meet
confessin shit that i already knew
Tryna figure out what went wrong, i d rather lead a buddhist clan or try to be the new roseanne Lou, if that s a gun you must be stupid to put in louis hand
I d rather be on worldstar for knockin mike tyson out, trippin balls with my mom thinkin i m a genius
i hope she notices and one day my phone ll ring
truthfully i don t give a shit
sprite and syrup might just work
At the swap meet, but i d rather be a fuckin actor
i d rather be on worldstar for knockin mike tyson out
And pissin fanta on to their dead bodies, the type of guy to bring my little cousins to the arcade with him
