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kojaque - last pint lyrics

[intro]
foot out the škoda
shout out to oprah (yeah)
open your noses
and everybody gets a piece
your local hero
with no di nero (booo)
just got the yayo
got paid at midnight it’s on me, like

[verse 1]
synthesizer smackin’ hard inside the system with your sister
rackin’ lines up with a badge that says -ssistant
tryin’ crank the volume but i musta hit conditioning
’cause i blew half a gram up in the c-ckpit like a blizzard
what’s the bets i’ll sneak a naggin in my boxers?
bribe the bouncer with a bump of charlie, bound to be obnoxious
i’m the model citizen you want your children’s feet to follow
’til i’m on it, then i split the bag with susan from the office
half baked and half cut, half way to full f-cked
half day booked a week in advance, so good luck
swiping left ’til i find somebody fixin’ to f-ck
’cause i’m about to be evicted need a gaff for my stuff
locked out
thought i hid the key beneath the mat?
on the phone to my ex yellin’ “text me back!”
this taxi-man inside the lexus takes me there on tick
’cause i said i’d sort ’em blow and now we’re square on that

[hook]
f-ck me like you hate me
aw baby that’s a hook
love me like you made me
as of lately i’ve been shook (shook)
puppy p-ssy pay me
put the paper in my clutch
you’ve been sayin’ too much
you’ve been sayin’ too, ahh
f-ck me like you hate me
aw baby that’s a hook
love me like you made me
as of lately i’ve been shook (shook)
puppy p-ssy pay me
put the paper in my clutch
you’ve been sayin’ too much
you’ve been sayin’ too, blah

[verse 2]
sorry susan, though the offer is appealing
i’mma p-ss up on a pill, i’m seeing babies on the ceiling
i don’t wanna talk, or give a f-ck about your children
while your chewing on your jaw and playing drake and catching feelings
so where’s the jacks, i need to sh-t or take a heart attack
i’ll empty out the sack on top the cistern but your sister interrupts me
she’s about to start some sh-t she couldn’t finish
and i should probably stop it, i’ve been on it for a minute
the kitchens lookin’ grim it’s just a speaker playin’ sad tunes
middle age woman, love buzzin’ and hash fumes
pizza in the oven, blarin’ “saving all my love”
i’m tryin’ do bumps off the wall mirror in the bathroom

[outro]
foot out the škoda
shout out to oprah (yeah)
open your noses
and everybody gets a piece
your local hero
we’re no de niro (ohhh)
just got the yayo
got paid at midnight it’s on me
i’m on your linen
i’m f-ckin’ winnin’ (yeah)
these walls are spinnin’
everybody’s face looks f-cked
i think i’m gurnin’
my stomach’s churnin’
my nose is burnin’
man, that last pint done f-cked me up like

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