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ben beal - bird flu lyrics

[verse 1]
(j)
wake up in a trash room, i think i have class soon
i think i caught the bird flu, they love to answer questions
i ain’t never meant to ask you
never meant to hurt you
you just always in a bad mood, smoking weed in my bathroom
i’m in a class, studying jazz
i don’t like talking, i’m up in the back
nothing i do works
rather do nothing, just sit and relax
f+ck a suburb
all these dudes get b+tthurt if you ain’t driving a ranger
while your girl still giving hummers
nights off white p+ssy
i bet that sh+t won’t get you p+ssy
i’m too swell to overlook me
smoking mars and paying cookies
not with the banter and horseplay
only with her for foreplay
i’m in new york for four days, already caught a court case
used to have no pot to p+ss in, now i got a single pan
have a show with all my folks and then you makes me bring my fam
who i am
something inbetween uncle and son of sam
used to be too broke now i have people that’ll fund the plans
[chorus]
mommy home all dang whole day, this a gang in new york
going out like lenin when they pass me the torch
i’m on a vintage court, dude, i’m on the porch smoking ports, like a b+tch
i’m the reason that your parents divorced
you can find me at lenny’s, high as f+ck, up on the line
find yourself doing ponzi’s and pyramid’s just to grind
all my friends are dead, the other half are super high
the money’s all legal, [?], yeah

[verse 2]
i lost my common sense in med school, i never applied
up at 4 am, just writing drip like water supply
no need to ever explain what’s going on in my mind
the drugs will put itself on paper, middle finger when the cops roll by
no love for ben beal, good cop, bad cop
only you could kick rocks and post it at the top spot
that’s just how i’m feeling at this point in time
f+cking with the kid with hazel eyes, you gon’ f+cking die
he’s that kid up in the westworld
my hometown is a cesspool
there ain’t no narcotic that can make me less successful
i’m the only living rapper with a hologram
pull up to the function in a lamborghini minivan, yeah
never gave a f+ck about the sh+t a day young
i’m in the water with the swans, passing out on your lawn
my people told me “do better, the money will multiply”
so i stopped make music, and i started getting high, ay
[chorus]
mommy home all dang whole day, this a gang in new york
going out like lenin when they pass me the torch
i’m on a vintage court, dude, i’m on the porch smoking ports, like a b+tch
i’m the reason that your parents divorced
you can find me at lenny’s, high as f+ck, up on the line
find yourself doing ponzi’s and pyramid’s just to grind
all my friends are dead, the other half are super high
the money’s all legal, [?], yeah
(you can find me at lenny’s, high as f+ck, up on the line)
(find yourself doing ponzi’s and pyramid’s just to grind)
(all my friends are dead, the other half are super high)
(the money’s all legal, [?], yeah)

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