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mike oxlong - jarhead lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, know yourself, find myself

[verse]
i earned a crown from the kings out that hill
mike got that beef, mr. steal your f+ckin’ grill
this is a whole street race sh+t, this is f+ckin’ brazil
gota tattoo on my neck that is a permanent kiss with lipstick
thirst trap, easy to get them cl!cks
keep it a 6, also a g, and don’t snap out life real quick
f+cked her then skipped hard knocks, she like “really though”
but really i’m for real, the worst she could say is no
but the worst she could say is go
but really mike could f+ck it up better than ike and johnny sins
had to go catch a beer, but i had knock out the bowling pins
miami vice, 305 women in a week each night
my love came answering with thе van halen t+shirt after the night
million shots of tеquila in a wedding chapel
can she use the come and rescue me sh+t, from a bite of a poison apple
could of used some coffee, now practice will have somebody tackled
i’m going all the way, but i did it for all the dogs
d+mn, jesus offered me to be a god
but i was half high, but i got fired from my job
horrible bosses cause this bullsh+t, they were endorsing it
the time they took out my wisdom, loose tooth they opened it
that would be the same bully that works 9 to 5 hours sh+t
dated this girl named angelina, now i don’t have my angelina
best friends with claudina till she became my claudina
see i thought i had all the bad luck but i entered the arena
romeo santos, hol up girl remember que eres mía
hold up, i got the adrenaline, roleplay vincent and mia
mike the lion king, kicked the sh+t outta the hyenas
don’t care if my dogs plan to be islamic and head to medina
jarhead, i might slam your face onto the board
back then i used to have dilemmas, who should i go towards
we was playing soccer matches till i flamed another tent for a goal
we knights in this b+tch, mike got blood on the sword
and on the floor, tell me this, should i paint the town red
this is for the homeless, decorate the town with bread
post+it notes all over me, peter left the office on delivered not read
wear his glasses, no matter what they call me the k!ller jd
wear the saint lauren glasses, like k+a+n+y+e
talkin’ that dirty sh+t, but not in front of my white tee
napkin tucked on my white tee like i’m part of the mob
took all the bad souls but what about bob?
they miss the old mike but that k!ller been absent out the job
tired with my lefties so b+tches gave me handjobs
pray today for no cheating when i open the door kn+b
took her away from me so at this point, the money they don’t rob
but i’m no crybaby, another side chick will do the job
[outro]
uh, uh, you know how it goes
jarhead, hurt

- mike oxlong lyrics

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