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myer clarity - jesus won't yolo lyrics

[intro]
you coming at me like i ain’t hip hop
i’m coming at you like i don’t give a sh-t

[chorus]
now i’ma show you how to b-tch like you backpack
[b-tch like you back, b-tch-b-tch like you backpack]
got the whole underground on my d-ck like a fat -ss

[myer]
man, get the f-ck off my nuts!

[verse one]
bring me the head of whoever invented inhibitions
wearing my custom-printed twenty-something cynicism
2018 – everybody been a victim
everybody’s sh-t be stinkin’
man, i smell from my kitchen
swag got my lips on millennial t-tties nibblin’
tell your man have a seat, you’ll be with him in a minute
rule number one of being diplomatic
just flash ‘em that smile, tell em “all of y’all some prissy b-tches”
-laughs-
got the goth b-tch that tell me what to rap about
she be telling me i need to let the anger out
girlies love it when i go and pull the accent out
“omg, you’re actually famous!” like you ever had a doubt?
okay, i told y’all from the get go
get my hands on this fame, man, i ain’t finna let go
y’all can ask around, y’all can tell ‘em that i said so
ain’t no way to lap me, b-tch, i said i’m on another level
got an angel smoking meth with the devil that’s on my shoulder
woke up naked with a bible in minnesota
at a motel 6, with bits of ‘yola, in the fibres of the covers
jesus christ, the only man who won’t say yolo, motherf-cker

[chorus]
now i’ma show you how to b-tch like you backpack
[b-tch like you back, b-tch-b-tch like you backpack]
got the whole underground on my d-ck like a fat -ss
[they on my, they on my, they on my d-ck, b-tch]
man, i don’t really want this rap sh-t, you can have that
[said you can, said you can, said you can have that]
i got way too many people in my life i can laugh at
[haha haha i can laugh right at em like]

[bridge]
i’m not
i’m not hip hop
i’m not there

i don’t talk about myself, i let you do it
i let you do it
this rap game, sh-t, man, i’m used to it
i’m too used to it

[verse two]
how the h-ll i sound like this?
f-ck it, man, you do the math
best kept secret ‘bout to shush your -ss
i ain’t really social, motherf-cker, i don’t do collabs
i make the backpackers stupid mad
all up in the label meeting talking like
“i don’t really want the job
i just wanna prove you wrong
i just wanna make you feel all stupid
when i blow up ‘cause you p-ssed on a future god”
i’m everywhere that they don’t have a you involved

[chorus]
now i’ma show you how to b-tch like you backpack
[b-tch like you back, b-tch-b-tch like you backpack]
got the whole underground on my d-ck like a fat -ss
[on my, on my d-ck, like a fat -ss]
man, i don’t really want this rap sh-t, you can have that
[said you can have that, boy]
i got way too many people in my life i can laugh at
[haha haha i can laugh right at em like]

[outro]
now i’ma show you how to b-tch like you backpack
[i’ma show you how to b-tch like a backpacker]
got the whole underground on my d-ck like a fat -ss
[like a backpacker in this b-tch, oooo]
man, i don’t really want this rap sh-t, you can have that
[man, i don’t want the rap sh-t no more, you can have it]
i got way too many people in my life i can laugh at
[i’m laughing at you muhf-cks]
[oooo, y’all so sensitive]

- myer clarity lyrics

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