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curbside jones - stop your liching lyrics

[intro]
you have one new message

[verse 1: curbside jones]
it’s the wanderer traveling in a sheep mask, egads
in and out recepetion [?]
heard the litch coming for me with the enchiridion and a ski mask
if all dogs to heaven when the credits roll just give me a flea bath
tell the shadow princess to hide cause my light is too radiant
put the truest hue in human so they trying to jack my gradient
pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone (pick up! pick up)
pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone
was in [?] surfing with some princesses
sorry i missed ya call hope it wasn’t urgent i do not regret this
can’t die before you become a legend or live long enough to fall off
and all that glitters ain’t gold and that new chain gon’ cost ya
h-ll yeah boy best believe i wanna floss too
put that glitter on my t–th and charged money for every lost tooth, yuh
pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone (pick up! pick up!)
pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone
yuh
pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone (your phone)
pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone
i said, pick up your phone, pick up your phone, pick up your phone

[verse 2: curbside jones as the lich]
tell your man to pay for his sins (pay up pay up)
hope he didn’t max out his credit cards
time for me to set it off
the enchiridion? i read it already dawg
looked a mountain in j-pan without his little homies, feeling lonely
cmo needed y’all the most but i guess y’all always fail him
tried to escape my reach on them trains but the whole world knows me
did i mention? spirit in my henchmen [?]
it’s the l-i-c-h
infinite like ouroboros
yo i heard he found his light so i’ma rip it from his torso
it’s the l-i-c-h
infinite like ouroboros (talk to ’em)
yo i heard he found his light (c’mon man)
make him separate ties from this world
add division to your dimension
an appet-te for destruction
i’m just providing the kitchen
you regret ever speaking my name
get left in the astral planes
conceived in these flames over and over again
again, again, again
conceived in these flames over and over a–

[outro: curbside jones]
hey lich! quit tryna steal my light! haha! punch in the hams!

- curbside jones lyrics

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