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j4irooo - dawson’s creek lyrics

[intro]
this ain’t me saying that sh+t
it’s jai
or jay or jose
jose like yeat d+ck
and he like d+ckriding weirdos
(ain’t no way)

[verse]
he be drinkin that fake lean
he a powder smarties feen
he on a pedophile d+ck too
b+tch u know he not a pimp too
yo ass prolly like kids too

[bridge]
aye, this one’s for lanta
that’s the lehigh and northampton transportation authority
y’all can suck my d+ck
slobber my sh+t and thrust
f+ck the bus, ima put my d+ck in the exhaust
lanta gon ban me like “oh he lost”
ima make y’all corporate office burn
cus that’s the only sh+t y’all mfs earned
(you needa stop wit that thud bro)
[chorus]
that 403
i will burn thee
driver’s crib
ima do this
right before i get to dawson’s creek

[verse]
i was getting my airpods, said “this the last stop”
got my phone, still dunno where to go
they dunno i snuck out but sh+t, i’m f+cked now
thought i was at ppl but f+ck, i couldn’t tell
go around cus the bridge closed
ignore navajo breeze
so top a tree cus them winds low
now i gotta walk an hour back to home
but i walk past, to get to da store
so i could get my chips, my soda, and my f+cking fireworks
lying to my mama, sh+t must’ve hurt
thought i was lying, ended in crying
ain’t even wanna return
mj estate gon tell me clear the sample
i’ll say “no, it’s too much money i can’t handle”
struggle, that’s why i look forward to gamble
i’m sixteen? nah i’m like twenty something, soon to be twenty one
at eighteen, i can’t drink but i can still buy a gun
the daycare get popped at the sun (setting)
360 view, still dunno where i’m headed
told her “i’m 2 hours late, jus forget it”
women in private school skirts, i clap it
f+ck that ass til it end up dead ina casket
my hungry ass could never be a surgeon
my ass could never date a girl that ain’t a virgin
the bus was early, so i fumbled head
that’s why i want all them drivers dead
[chorus]
that 403
i will burn thee
driver’s crib
ima do this
right before i get to dawson’s creek

[verse: zach.wav]
i pull up to her house
she don’t even wanna talk no more
knock, knock, knock
she don’t even answer the door
gotta blame it on them lanta bus drivers
now her friend, and my friends think that we both liars
(connection poor, cut them wires with some good ass pliers)
alter ego missing, put up missing person flyers
in the line at six flags, waiting for the single riders
my flow trash, but lyrics straight from the heart
but what we had felt just like art
but don’t worry, what comes next is my favorite part

[verse]
bus drivers going f+cking crazy
sike, they fat f+cks and f+cking lazy
y’all made a tight bond on this bus
that’s why i got a pipe bomb on this bus
that’s why i got the red bag and that black jacket
my mama don’t f+ck wit me, she don’t jack a f+ggot
i got 3 lighters, ima finish what harris started
y’all b+tches not hollywood, y’all jus r+t+rded
[outro]
yo man, remember me? you good?
oh yeah, wassup man
this my sister, say “hi” okaga
hi
oh, hi
ight bro, i’ll catch you later
ight, see ya bro
d+mn, that b+tch bad as f+ck
i need her bro

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