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drmaa kidd - morgues lyrics

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verse 1
i would fight a f-cking army for you
then we could take a long drive and lay out on the roof
i’ve got a blunt up in my pocket and some beer in the coupe
and these sweet nothings in my head i wanna whisper to you

i know you hate my f-cking guts i wish that fact wasn’t true
you’d rather date that ugly f-cking wack hipster you blew
in the back of that party, thought that i never knew
but i’ve been knowing longer than i’ve had this hole in my shoe

i mean my soul, what, i’d be grabbing your but
if i didn’t act a certain way that makes you go nuts
but without you in my life i swear my heart is donuts
cus i’ve got a hole in the middle that’s filled up by my daily four blunts

cold cuts, frigid as the fidget spinner in the freezer
meaner than that rude as n-gg- they calling eboneezer
weezer playing wheezy, while wheezing, while whiling in a beamer
team up hitler and north korea, they nice as gold retrievers

chorus
compared to him i’m a god d-mn king
compared to him i’m 23 with six rings
i’ll shoot that n-gg- at his f-cking front door and then i’ll throw him in the lake, stay away from my morgues

compared to him i’m a god d-mn king
compared to him i’m 23 with six rings
i’ll shoot that n-gg- at his f-cking front door and then i’ll throw him in the lake

verse 2
when i see black vans know i think of you
you know the ones with white lines like that c-ke i do
while on bus 61 or maybe 62
and i’m only b-mping frank when i drown in my ocean that be full of thoughts of you

wild goose, is the way that i be chasing your heart
who is you, is the way that you be acting so smart
what’s the move, acting like a n-gg- humphrey bogart
but i’m composing music like a young black mozart

with no heart, is the f-cking way that you be treating me
you keep me in the back like a n-gg- was f-cking scenery
you need to be, training in h-ll to take all this demon d
this s-m-n be possessing me to shoot it at your ovaries

holy geez, hold the f-cking lettuce on my sandwich please
i just wanna squeeze some warm buns in some blue jeans
your b–bies, all up in my face like 3-d movies
while i’m toking on a blunt while i’m sitting in a jacuzzi

chorus
compared to him i’m a god d-mn king
compared to him i’m 23 with six rings
i’ll shoot that n-gg- at his f-cking front door and then i’ll throw him in the lake, stay away from my morgues

compared to him i’m a god d-mn king
compared to him i’m 23 with six rings
i’ll shoot that n-gg- at his f-cking front door and then i’ll throw him in the lake

verse 3
i been spitting out bars like a f-cking failed suicide
the only thing that kept me a live was trying to grab you thighs
you should slobber some g*nius on my p-n-s
but for saying that i just might get slapped with a subpoena

the dealer, is only watching movies with media in em
f-ck a slippy serpent, i’ll introduce you to real venom
tickey tockey turning, the clock is spinning the real denim
aging in the back of the closet, man i forgot to mention

this dumb b-tch tryna slob on my kn-b
she got about as much brains as a con on the cob
i want her, you know the one that i be thinking of
the one that’s in my head while my d-ck is getting a rub and tug

chorus
compared to him i’m a god d-mn king
compared to him i’m 23 with six rings
i’ll shoot that n-gg- at his f-cking front door and then i’ll throw him in the lake, stay away from my morgues

compared to him i’m a god d-mn king
compared to him i’m 23 with six rings
i’ll shoot that n-gg- at his f-cking front door and then i’ll throw him in the lake

- drmaa kidd lyrics

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