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frit - inkwell lyrics

[hook]
bumpin, bumpin
ounce in seat when i cruise round the street
sirens sound for me, don’t break a sweat tho
throw the book, i tell em miss that
freeing up some sp-ce inside the inkwell
somehow, i get out of it, i speak well, i ink well
bumpin, bumpin
ounce in seat when i cruise round the street
sirens sound for me, don’t break a sweat tho
throw the book, i tell em miss that
freeing up some sp-ce inside the inkwell
somehow, i get out of it, i speak well, i ink well

[chorus]
i might burn a house down
all these words surround sound
i might hit the countdown
all these missiles outbound
hop in the whip and i’m ready
cut through your sh-t like i’m freddy
try to confuse and upset me
i wanna swim in confetti
scrolling through the timeline, looking so petty
i just wanna eat the cake whip it like betty
told her when she want a man, she can come get me
i don’t really understand how it’s so heavy
girl you do this all the time, keep me waiting
girl you do this all the time, keep me

[verse]
oh no, they gon’ let me loose, ya boy is loco
coo coo like that bird that rep them that’s puffs full of cocoa
mojo, like i’m austin powers on some home grown
told me hit the bottle, i said “drop it in my solo”
choppin’ up some old soul, i miss the old ye
i f-ck with that cl-ssic sh-t like atwood on some oj
backwoods roll the most so we gon’ double up and slow bake
they don’t know me but they fear me, call me kaiser soze
ole, ole, got me seeing red
bull up in a china shop, i’m bucking, step on people’s heads
leaping pegs, i don’t do no sequels, always keep it fresh
ash ain’t come to ketchum, no i’m more like ash from evil dead

[verse 2]
f-ck with me, f-ck with me
everyone watchin’ gon’ f-ck with me like i’m a camgirl
p-ss me the beat and i mix with the heat
and we tweak it all clean at the anvil
love the flow, but she’s a handful
show me everywhere it can fill
lasanta dreams and a pint of that pinot
we top of the peak and we up like we
never gon’ stop. fettered alot, tell em
“step it on up if you talkin’ to me”
pot-like, they’re green
burining themselves and they blowing that smoke
tryna lob it at me
suicide watch, little b-tch throwing fits to the hits
man it’s sh-t that it’s coughing between
and it’s all about me, entendre streak, i chalk it up three

- frit lyrics

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