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biv - kind of sort of happy lyrics

[verse 1: biv]
had a bad night, the parasite of life
will never let me see the light
clip the blinds tight
don’t trust your talk or your sight
i could beat the p-ssy right
but it’s distraction to my mind
but my stride will out live your life
promise on promise
i think of making them dollars
before the demons can holla back
keep you pack
i say f-ck all that
i got fam to feed jack
never speak to that
tell me where your demons at?
f-ckas got ya back when it’s the last act
i get too attached, pop till i relax
or pop one on her back
you f-ckin with a bad, mad, maximum
dash for the better past
my nuts the only thing i’m holding back
your face the f-cking landing pad
i can tell you where i been at
but it seem that
n0body really feign that
n0body really seem that
not same as me believe that
i toss ya b-tch to my mans like lead p-ss
the b-tch burning on her knee caps
while you was steady flashin money stacks
she run it back
honey badge up on that -ss
make the most before these demons nap my -ss
before these demons nap my -ss,yuh,yuh
shut your motherf-cking face
i can’t speak in public, but i know my place
and where i stay will stay the same
from the day the boy became sp-ce
to fill the void of place
i been underweight, disgraced and underpaid
and ya’ll really think i f-ckin play
keep it to myself i tuck away ,hold the days
like the guts twisting around my f-ckin waist
but least i know my f-cking name
but least i know my f-ck- yeah

[interlude: theo]
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[verse 2: biv]
tell me what the f-ck, tell me who the f-ck
gonna tell me what?
what it’s like for us
boy i been the dust
kickin up in your guts
boy you keep them cups
believe i seen the cuts
when she pull on up
i’ma pull up with stuff
with my nuts in cuff
you can’t feel me, trust
tell me who the f-ck, want to be like us
ain’t they wonder what has gotten into us
i just need some, nah f-ck it i won’t say it’s name
like you been in my brain
i ain’t feel no pain for your mouf-ckin mistakes
i see all of them stains, yeah
i’m kind of sort of happy they the ones that i made
and you ain’t never been the type
to hold down the sh-t that i just crave, but
close your legs, cause i’ma keep my sons from your shade
from your f-cked up shade

- biv lyrics

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