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Cereal Days
02:18
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The devil’s on the moon, the teli’s on the fritz
Daddy’s on the move, momma is a bitch
Your energy’s in June, half a will to live
Don’t you think you don’t mean shit
There’s people in the town scrambling around
The sun is on the ground cuz the sky is falling down
All our governments are Southern counterfeit
But don’t you think you don’t mean shit
Cuz your fam don’t love you like I do
Uncle Sam don’t love you like I do
Cuz the world don’t love you like I do
Ain’t no girls nothing like you, that’s why I like you
And these days I’ve been try’na grab hold of that shit
And these days I’ve been trying not to call it all a quits
Getting mad when I’m screaming at you, girl “don’t trip”
Without you, it’s too cold in this pond, don’t dip
Your toes in, or you’ll get hypothermia
Dick is in that stomach like a bottom bitch hernia
Like cereal I’m binging when the breath cut
Honey, we the ash trays to hash and cigarette butts
Fuck the world, true
The devil’s on the moon, the teli’s on the fritz
Daddy’s in a mood, momma’s in a twist
The world’s in a coup, forgot about the chits
But I remember that to me you mean shit
This |parking is a zoo, the bumper’s taking hits
But we been okay for a minute
I been okay with your digits
So don’t you think you don’t mean shit
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frfr?
02:28
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For real, for real
I ain’t ever need no action
No cap for this shit, team Paxton
We piloting this ship, no captain
Seven hundred thou for a bitch, got me backed in
New day, new debts, put a price on
Queen’s coming down the runway, lights on
Silent, strutting like an icon
But I ain’t ever get you with the Nikon
One job, one life, one purpose
Gotta stay thin for the circus
Granted I was wowed by the curtains
That shit left me speechless, wordless
Hidden in a guise, but you act the same
Masked by time, no truth remains
Lie till we both in chains
But you look so happy when I don’t complain
Stuck in a clock, yet no time passes
No new words, so we lie to the masses
Setting up chairs for the speech
No one sitting in the front, outta reach
No cum left in his balls for the clitoris
No slumdog too small for the little miss
Fazed, stripped and screwed on the breast
Fucked each other over till there’s no caps left
Running from the sun with a visor
You always said an ass is wiser
Lies 'bouta burst through a geyser
Might wanna talk to the legal advisor
Wonder what you say in the mirror
Thank the makeup in your purse
Pray to God I speak clearer
When I let you know that that shit hurts
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Jocelyn Shores
01:55
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Don’t touch my ego, ego
Saying you liked me, just save that shit
Lost in the tree smoke, emo
Black hearts in my bio, I’ve lost my wits (I’m so pretty)
Dodge that shit, homie watch my hits
I’ll be off some cutie when you’re washed out, lit
But you know one ho, so you had to go fuck it up
Glasses, goals, a soul like a buttercup
Insert body like a coin in my arms
I just need soft skin with them tits from the farms
So I don’t want you, I just want you to miss me
Fuck these animate hoes, I’ve been crushing on Misty
Hottie on my Pokéballs
Build-a-bear shawty, gotta build my walls
Living as a gun, still a man in the casket
Admit one to hell in a hand-basket
Had your mom, want it bad back then
Gotta add that, slapped ten fads out of ten
Fucking me out of my life and my friends
But what does it matter, it’s all my bad in the end
I don’t give a shit, haven’t gave a shit ‘bout you lately
Simping on your friends, they hate me
Shit, I don’t give a shit ‘bout you no more
Too nice a guy to call you a fucking wh--
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