Uh-huh
Okay, i’ll take down your credit card number right now, then
And we’ll have that right for ya, if you wanna give me that
I use cash
You use cash? oh, how convenient, yes
I gotta eat, guy, what do you think of that?
You gotta eat what, eat 96 f#cking pounds of ribs? yeah
You wanna leg wrestle? get together?
Yeah, i’ll f#cking leg wrestle, you shut the f#ck up
Zeroworld
Ah, like a door on the side of a mill
Don’t know what i wanna do, i’ll go to hell
Music got me dancing like adele
Green fit, koopa troopa with a shell
I want more, i want more
But they keep on saying that i’m done for
I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war
That’s the last time i tell a bro to f#cking text me
Respect me, that’s all that i ask for but it’s ten sheets
Try to paint the picture like an artist, you’re the enemy
Pretend to be what everybody wants and you lose everything
You lost a clique, you lost your friends now
Started sh#t, but it’s no fault but your own
You leave it up to the phone, and it’s not if you’re alone
You pick and choose all the time, i just be waiting in line
f#cking waste my time with 96 f#cking reports of spare ribs, okay? i know you’re trying to have fun, but
Hey
Seriously, f#cking think about it, okay? we’re {?}
Yeah, i listened to your song, i think it’s boring
When you turn your music on i’m f#cking snoring
When i’m off a couple pills i feel like soaring
I feel like clarifying i don’t do drugs
Take a step back, i don’t even think that
Yeah, i’m with my boy and we ain’t even look back
Find a new way, i’m the cool way
See me right, right, right, see me escape
Ah, like a door on the side of a mill
Don’t know what i wanna do, i’ll go to hell
Music got me dancing like adele
Green fit, koopa troopa with a shell
I want more, i want more
But they keep on saying that i’m done for
I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war
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