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lucy camp - one, two lyrics

[verse 1: lucy camp]
i’m the sickest, i hear these voices in my head and you hear crickets
i’ve seen the choice of all your friends, a bunch of bigots
that boy don’t want your bed he wants what’s in it
little ploy he’s got a gimmick and you are going to give it
yeah you may hit him in the groin but it’s a ticket to him don’t get too particular about the way you l1ck it
he likes it when you take your time, likes it when you say a rhyme, likes it when you like to make it wicked
f-ck i hate my hand it’s much too timid
the touch you give it is enough to cut religion
straight out of my unconditioned love for you, hey what’s my mission?
i’ll probably never understand so i won’t do the math yo f-ck addition
the way you front your vision make me think you drug addicted or you might’ve chugged the liquid
cuz you quick to run your lip and act like you ain’t told me i’m the one that did it
got your whole body, soul and your tongue all skippin

[hook: lucy camp]
f-ck you, why would i ever want to trust you?
you ain’t even part of my subgroup
you prolly doin this sh-t to some crew
3rd one, we ain’t gonna be the 1, 2
why would i ever want to trust you?
you ain’t even part of my subgroup
ima count now so when i reach 3 better run
now one, two

[verse 2: lucy camp]
wanna one up me
it might get brutal and bl–dy
my pupils are bugging out tell me who got the money
i think i might be running out maybe move out the country
i just wanna see beauty and man these humans are ugly
for me they are doing nothing, absolutely f-cking
stupid, the route to becoming something is nothing until it’s suited
and d-mn do i fit the part i have never been so included
when they tell me that i shouldn’t
it makes me think i should do it
i’m a tulip, okay but what do you got to give?
nothing you’re just here for my amus-m-nt
my presence got a person like you heading to the rubric
tryna do what i do just so you can say that you did
luzid may be dead but that doesn’t mean that you live
me sweeping up the ashes from your awful little rap sh-t cuz i kinda went all batsh-t is the only time in action where you’ll see me with a matching black dustpan and broomstick

- lucy camp lyrics

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