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mikeyus - the ritz! lyrics

the ritz! lyrics
[hook: mikeyus]
ritz crackers on top my record player
got dusty layers, expiration saying ’07
like kyle not talking ‘lations with yacht
like how much papers you got?
’bout 7 like peasants with thong straps on their ‘levens
like bills wrapped round their bongs like billabong
no polyester, sylvester stallone their own lungs
like knockin’ em out and cough up patron
but you’re only fourteen and can’t afford your own nothing, you gloat
you know i sold out my shows, yeah
quadeca and i…

[verse 1: quadeca]
in geneva for the winter time (clink clink)
toast for our success every dinner time
i don’t care ’bout your f+ckin’ whatchamacallit
got a new coat for the summer, it’s lookin’ gorgеous
out in paris on a ferris wheel
very real, i don’t carе ’bout how you care or feel
(so here’s the deal!)
try your best to channel me, this ain’t comcast
troll stop for my bridges, i’m like “sorry you cannot pass!”
complaining since you were a baby sitting on your mom’s lap
more than comedians on cancel culture on a podcast
sorry i did not ask
saw you when i walked past
boy you need a hall pass?
don’t know what to call that!
[chorus: mikeyus]
ritz crackers on top my record player
got dusty layers, expiration saying ’07
like kyle not talking ‘lations with yacht
like how much papers you got?
’bout 7 like peasants with thong straps on their ‘levens
like bills wrapped round their bongs like billabong
wait

[pre+verse/ bridge: perc3i]
you scared to pick up your phone
you barely picked up your loan
go cherry pickin for fun

[verse 2: perc3i & mikeyus]
wait
flexing my soul cuz im the goat, yeah (goat, yeah)
trapping in rome like mario, yuh (mario, yeah!)
i’m owning this game like ea sports, yuh (ea sports, yeah!)
hop in the whatchamacallit
tyler is the f+cking pilot
sky high im feeling like riot
pungent parfait t++thing like dababy
no crying beside him
hit that l!ck with perfect timing
jessie on me, debbie ryan
chicks be on me, they be ridin’ (yeehaw!)
[bridge: mikeyus]
baby tell me why this so righteous
baby tell me lullabies with your tight lips
why in these trying time am i like this?
why im trying not to die in this crisis?

[chorus: mikeyus]
ritz crackers on top my record player
got dusty layers, expiration saying ’07
like kyle not talking ‘lations with yacht
like how much papers you got?
’bout 7 like peasants with thong straps on their ‘levens
like bills wrapped round their bongs like billabong
no polyester, sylvester stallone their own lungs
like knockin’ em out and cough up patron
but you’re only fourteen and can’t afford your own nothing, you gloat
you know i sold out my shows, yeah

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