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jay gudda - grey magic lyrics

[intro: jay gudda]
(yikes, too groovy, sh+t)
i don’t get it (wake up)
(too groovy, man)
look, look

[hook 1: jay gudda]
ring around the rosie, pocket full with an o+z
he’s been actin’ nosey, talkin’ loud like he knows me
should i get all exposey? or should i just take the dough and leave?
and if i don’t show my hand, what’d be below my sleeve?

[verse: jay gudda]
you know it’s me, but i noticed that you ain’t notice me
we both know it’s weak, but don’t speak ‘cause i ain’t got no receipts (yeah)
p+ssy, hold your queef, don’t push me, i’m known to tweak (don’t push me)
they booked me, the show was free, and n0body’d show up but me
hoe, preach, roll up some kief, b+tch natural as my leaf
she’s like, “actually, that ain’t me. i was fat and had surgery”
now it’s cash and new birkin sprees, new purse, and it’s burgundy
“what hurts is you judging me,” i’m like, “yeah, b+tch. you up a tree”
jeez, holy smokes, the backwoods like, “pull me close” (do it)
the pack’s if you know you know, the stash is on overflow (oh)
my ego still come and go, am i evil? or am i slow? (i don’t know)
got demons that take control, can’t feed ‘em in case they grow (oh)
i need ‘em to f+ck and go (go)
i need ‘em to f+ckin’ go (go)
i teach her to suck it gross, releasing what’s up her throat (oh)
she fiending ‘cause i’m the most, i’m dreamy, she comatosed
believe me, i know i’m f+cked, she leave me, i’ll overdose (oh)
[break: jay gudda]
oh, hoe (off what?)
i guess that’s it (anyway, sh+t)
(somethin’ like that, yeah, i don’t know)
look, look

[hook 2: jay gudda]
ring around the rosie, pocket full with an o+z
he’s been actin’ nosey, talkin’ loud like he knows me
should i get all exposey? or should i just take the dough and leave? (no, no, no)
and if i don’t show my hand, what’d be below my sleeve?

[outro: jay gudda]
(you feel that)
what else did i have in this mothaf+cka, man?
leave my phone and keys in the whip when i wish they would
and i’m really wishin’ for good, but they really wishin’ they could (don’t explain)
don’t explain when it’s understood
(alright)
my phone and keys in the whip, when i still believe in some sh+t (f+ck)
you get it

- jay gudda lyrics

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