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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kameron Kirby
Kameron Kirby
Songwriter
David Dupont
David Dupont
Songwriter

Lyrics

I do be tryna be in love but
To be in it is to be in pain
Ion wanna feel that sh-
Sh Sh Sh Shit ****
Alright let's get into it
Stacking up more grahams then them crackers
Multiply the look that shit don't even add up
A few more records to collection never subtract em
Except any for phony bitch that's holding my path up
Damn I know they mad yup fuck
Damn
I know they mad yuh fuck
Fuck
Maybe I should retract me statem-
Pedaling listening to track one five
A **** will be alright
Loafers is fucking stomping on sweet eyes
Sweating too much from yo hot lies for real no front
It's all good from the punt stuffed like a pot pie
Fitted don't fit from the fro **** is slow
The pain is so so till I cover it all with a joke
Then I crack open like a yolk shit
Then I run from the problem I need a cloak quick
Fit I put together hide from the slow tears
Twenty years the car this shit don't do both gears
Made sweet ears in a spree to find happiness shit
Cheers
But fuck it
Ducking the cut out
I'm cutting you the fuck off
Went from have sweet tooth now a vid of us makes us cough
Buying clothes as closure to fill the void
But my closet so big it's turning a black hole
I got a fucking problem but I act like I dont know
**** stack more grahams then them crackers
Multiply the look that shit don't even add up
A few more records to collection never subtract em
Except any for phony bitch that's holding my path up
Damn I know they mad yup fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Damn ha I know they mad fuck
Fuck fuck em
Maybe I should retract me statement
Why did I even say that
I know why you said that
Nah
Fuck that
Yo look
This aint even my type beat
I remember being sober a **** couldn't even sleep
Why would I wanna switch shoes you couldn't walk in my feet
Yea your running from your lyrics while I just walk on the beat yea
Suburb baby but why am I in the streets
Summertime Wildwood I'm chilling down at the beach
Yea they ask me what I'm doing I'm being all I can be
I can fuck a bad bitch in a fruit of the loom tee yea
You looking for it I give you something to see yea
My thoughts dirty but know that my face clean
Call me Pizz Martin Luther you know that I got a dream
Banana split bitches I'm getting the ice cream
No I'm not a Spike Lee but I'm doing the right thing
Or I'm doing the right things
I'm selling all these wrongs so I ain't get nice things
Yea free my best friend been locked since 2016
She not smart enough to have my heart no Stevie Wonder
She not smart enough to have my heart no Stevie Wonder
She not smart enough to have my heart no Stevie
She not she not she not uh
Fuck
Stacking up more grahams then the crackers
Multiply the look that shit don't even add up
A few more records collection never subtract em
Except any for phony bitch that's holding my path up
Damn I know they mad yup fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck uh
I know she mad fuck
Fuck you
Stop fucking playing with me ****
I really do this shit ****
Just cause **** get fucking mad or some shit
Don't mean you can
Don't mean you can fucking
Shit
Pussy ass **** man
Fuck all yall **** man
Fuck is yall ****
Written by: David Dupont, Kameron Kirby
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