dropping a popped locket - oop lyrics
’02 couldn’t handle the abandonment. i found new blood in the streets that i ran them with
panhandle with bands. so quick so jam about plans, i had this spark before the candle lit
drinking til dawn, still giving it all. two in the john, but no p-ss in the stall. hide behind bars, no prison involved
cheap drinks til we fall. cheap drinks til we fall. always -ssume i survived like gus fring
cuz my crew give me feathers and we must wing
we’re eating out the pot cuz f-ck dishes, right? don’t go making bad decisions like…..
talking bout my cl!ck i see notifications
walk like you the ish i see no defecation
you go “oop, oh, uh oh”
we’re gonna “oop! oh! uh oh!”
whole f-cking crew in the building. shout to the few who gone missing
originally unaccepted by the unaccepteds. my boy cheeze put in the word
i was just depressed, i needed real friendship
that’s when i met my older brother who was the head of the rest
and ever since we’ve been risking arrests together and started that test together
so glad we’re talking again, felt like i died inside, got more chapters to write in time this is infernal diatribe
anyway. got two rules for succeeding. number one is never reveal the proceeding
tricks back up my sleeve and pet peeves off the leash and been barking so loud i can’t get enough sleep
talking bout my cl!ck i see notifications
walk like you the ish i see no defecation
you go “oop, oh, uh oh”
we’re gonna “oop! oh! uh oh!”
whole f-cking crew in the building. shout to the few who gone missing
even then, i’m missing like the leaves when i loved me last. hungry man for my sc-mmy -ss, dinner table disabled
ableton just crashed again and i lost my session and my last defense
m-s-ch-st with a swollen heart, suffering bars from prison: m-ss arrest
rancid gets as rancid gets. i haven’t. but all my cash is spent. ugly f-cking mirrors in the hallway
here’s a tip, get her off with the foreplay, life’s a peach ain’t it. i’m least patient
jesus waited three days but i’m jason. red line, no peak. my head finds no sleep
bed shy for a week. dead on site. please don’t speak to the help
guessing imma drink it off. so p-ss me what you sippin on
talking bout my cl!ck i see notifications
walk like you the ish i see no defecation
you go “oop, oh, uh oh”
we’re gonna “oop! oh! uh oh!”
whole f-cking crew in the building. shout to the few who gone missing
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