Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
I got a feeling
Yeah
Luck is running out on me
Yeah yea
Getting even
Gamble an evening
It come again I need it
I, I I
I want it all
Yeah
And I got my reasons
I’m a go getter
Do things to you like a poets letter
Read into it you really wanna get to know me better
Goal setter
Morals left bedside
Morning red lights let on
I gotta get home to more telling lies
Fights the sun sets on
Demise televised on popcorn ceiling projections
No truth
Choose one
Get going or Get some
I forgot to mention
Makes you wanna unsee it
Cause you caught it on film
Sure, alright
It wasn’t me
It wasn’t me
I’m going down
So Pathetic
Lo-fi aesthetic
Something’s coming back around
Don’t ask me if I wanna talk about it
Yeah
I got my wants and needs
I’m on the John
I’m on the Dean
I’m on that Cole and Bennet
Sheesh
A couple Gs
I’m on that gravity
Uh
You Keep on Pretending it’s all Copacetic
And get back to me
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