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dabbla - flying lyrics

[intro]
pst pst, aye

[verse 1]
allow me to stipulate
got your chick sweating out her t-tty tate
let’s this get sh-tty straight
if we don’t integrate, i can’t partic-p-te
put it all behind me, like i’m missing me
swiggin’ bottles, p-ssing on your business model
do i look as if i’m bothered by some little squabble?
busted two corona with the melatonin
couple dozen hours later, life’s a dawdle
then i woke up in my happy place
in the mirror, practicing my rapping face
turn a tuesday night into a sat-rday
coulda, woulda, shoulda, but i, f-ck it doesn’t matter mate
i think, therefore i’m not mixed up with a h-ll of a lot more in the pot
it’s getting harder to ignore what i got
tighten the knot, guess that the bullsh-t will never stop

[hook x4]
neverrr
remember, when i, used to, give a, flying, whoooop

[verse 2]
uh, the f-ck you shouting at?
anti-music, i can’t get down with that
here’s another rhyme about how bad i am
aren’t you f-cking bored of all the sound of that?
peeling your dignity like a strip-tease
drip feeding the life, supplying them quick peas
displeased with the way that your life is unfolding
boy, stop snorting the devil’s d-ckcheese
brand new, better canvas and sh-t for me to add to
in between the scene of making music and what have you
should give a nod to the camera you wanted me to pan to (what’s the point?)
it’s the worthlessness that gives it value
just another alkaline based lifeform
cooking up a twenty plate mezze in a sidestorm
anything to keep the f-cking pies warm
on a search for something i can die for

[hook x4]
neverrr
remember, when i, used to, give a, flying, whoooop

[verse 3]
uh, thought i’d write a third in it
why the f-ck not, might just get absurd with it
lost a lot of friends, i guess they really weren’t in it (in it)
lost my sh-t too, must admit the herb did it (did it)
spur of the moment, came at a slurred lyric
many seconds per minute, i paint a blurred image
third digit from pinky with no return ticket
and i ain’t happy with none of it ’til i murdered it
let’s play a game, it’s called how long ’til they all hate me
i’m in the field, still n-body’s p-ssed the ball lately
purely r-t-rded thoughts that swarm daily
f-cking crazy for thinking the sh-t’s for your safety
been feeling kind of off the wall, baby
lord wise thou forsaken me, i’m all wavy
the way that they’re painting it does look sure tasty
i’m just happy zoning out and getting more sp-cey

[hook x4]
neverrr
remember, when i, used to, give a, flying, whoooop

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