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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Goldberg
Ben Goldberg
Songwriter
Brian Nox Eisner
Brian Nox Eisner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Nox Eisner
Brian Nox Eisner
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Spill cum down her quad like a kumquat
I'm a big dog, get her off like a bus stop
Got the whole crowd off the ground like a jump shot
Find a good fuck, fuck on, then I fuck off
I be closed off, arms crossed like a trust fall
Spit so hard, rip lung like a blunt cough
Got a bad friend, dead dad and a hurt mom
And I love them all the same
Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus
Hold her hips like a pot, she a hippopotamus
Crib so new, gotta put the crib inside the crib
Whip so mean, gotta give a whippin' to my whip
Spit so stupid, never read a book, but I'm booked
Fit so stupid that I get a look, every look
Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the puss octopus
[Verse 1]
She took me off the street, she like my curfew
Fly a chick out and we call it the bird flu
I can't commit, I got trauma to work through
So you gotta blame yourself if I hurt you
I was the only one who started ballin'
When I saw the coffin roll out of the hearse
My dad's apartment was so fuckin' dirty
A part of me thinks he was meant for the dirt
Grandpa's a veteran, I was a poet
I don't think he saw me as someone respectable
Only thing we had in common
His cancer was terminal and I was always in terminals
Last time that he was in Germany, he was attacked
He pulled out, started shootin' bullets at 'em
I think of him every time I'm in Germany
Inside a groupie and shootin' my kids at her
[Chorus]
Spill cum down her quad like a kumquat
I'm a big dog, get her off like a bus stop
Got the whole crowd off the ground like a jump shot
Find a good fuck, fuck on, then I fuck off
I be closed off, arms crossed like a trust fall
Spit so hard, rip lung like a blunt cough
Got a bad friend, dead dad and a hurt mom
And I love them all the same
Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus
Hold her hips like a pot, she a hippopotamus
Crib so new, gotta put the crib inside the crib
Whip so mean, gotta give a whippin' to my whip
Spit so stupid, never read a book, but I'm booked
Fit so stupid that I get a look, every look
Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the puss octopus
[Verse 2]
Put so many toxins in my systems, Dracula wouldn't even touch a vein of mine
Put so many pillows on my bed that I can't even find the girl I just was inside
Put so many words inside a song, you gotta be real fuckin' crazy to memorize
Put so many demons in my verse that my suicide note'll probably rhyme
Every thought I have is sick enough to make a EMT say, "TMI"
Only ridin' when I'm drinkin', my kids hit her IUD and got a DUI
When I die, I want my legacy to be a thousand women hatin' men the same way
All these flight delays are just preparin' me for Heaven's gates when they say the gate changed
[Chorus]
Spill cum down her quad like a kumquat
I'm a big dog, get her off like a bus stop
Got the whole crowd off the ground like a jump shot
Find a good fuck, fuck on, then I fuck off
I be closed off, arms crossed like a trust fall
Spit so hard, rip lung like a blunt cough
Got a bad friend, dead dad and a hurt mom
And I love them all the same
Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus
Hold her hips like a pot, she a hippopotamus
Crib so new, gotta put the crib inside the crib
Whip so mean, gotta give a whippin' to my whip
Spit so stupid, never read a book, but I'm booked
Fit so stupid that I get a look, every look
Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the puss octopus
[Outro]
Ayy, what's up, Token? It's your boy, Kam
I, I been thinkin' 'bout you now
I know why you fell off, I know exactly why you fell off
Just that one will get you back on track
You gotta set that black hoodie on fire
Sittin' in the corner with your hood up all the time and shit
Figure it the fuck out, bruh
It probably stink, by the way
Two, we gotta change the hair, hair, hair's terrible, hair is insane
I don't know if you notice or not, but you fuckin' famous, dog
Stop goin' to fuckin' Supercut, that white lady is fuckin' you up, you understand that?
She givin' you that good old, old-fashioned fuck up too, dog
You don't care about your image no more or somethin', brother?
Written by: Ben Goldberg, Brian Eisner
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