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landon cube - childish son lyrics

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[intro]
uh

[chorus]
there’s a fire, out on my lawn
i got a feeling, that something is wrong
california, covered in sun
i gotta warn ya, it ain’t always fun
hallelujah, i’m all out of luck
heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
got some habits, the wildest ones
i’m a mother’s childish son

[verse 1]
ok, the preacher man had told me it’s too late for my friends
but i could change my wicked ways, but it’s too late and i’m dead
i said “no thank you mister” i would rather stay with my friends
and keep on drinking when we wanna it’s a means to an end
you’s a gold digger baby, i’m a soul k!ller
and i get nauseous if i ain’t making more skrilla
you’s a gold digger baby, i’m a soul k!ller
and i get homesick if i ain’t goin’ home witcha

[pre+chorus]
i was raised in the burbs, i had nowhere to run
so i always hung out on the wrong side of town
i’m a product of the ’90s and the 301
and i, been descendin’ since i was young
[chorus]
there’s a fire, out on my lawn
i got a feeling, that something is wrong
california, covered in sun
i gotta warn ya, it ain’t always fun
hallelujah, i’m all out of luck
heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
got some habits, the wildest ones
i’m a mother’s childish son

[verse 2]
don’t talk about me when your son is out to honor your friends
i’ll see you later in my hotel we can talk it out there
but we don’t say a lot before you get to grippin’ my pants
i have some money in my pockets and a baggie in my vans
let’s have a toast
i got some money to blow
we was f+ckin’ in the strobe light (oh)
you would think she got a cold, she keep playin’ with her nose like (oh)
reaper come kick in the door
jump out of bed and reload
oh, no i got no bullets to go
hop out [?]

[pre+chorus]
i was raised in the burbs, i had nowhere to run
so i always hung out on the wrong side of town
i’m a product of the ’90s and the 301
and i, been descendin’ since i was young
[chorus]
there’s a fire, out on my lawn
i got a feeling, that something is wrong
california, covered in sun
i gotta warn ya, it ain’t always fun
hallelujah, i’m all out of luck
heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
got some habits, the wildest ones
i’m a mother’s childish son



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