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p.o.s - woof lyrics

i’m like, f-ck drums man, this is 2016, what are you f-cking crazy?
but leave the drums in for a little bit

yeah
fresh off the roller coaster
hot off the presses
stef
keeping my comments hostage
nothing like the rest
nothing like some rest
born half dead and dynamite
raised blessed and right
aim for the chest
yeah
or head
talking bloodies prefer maria to mary
i mean tequila but hair of the dog will bite you back
woof
my aunt slipped quick
liquor thin
blood don’t stick like it’s supposta
pools of it
ice cold blue lips
not the full and candy gloss gels
and whatever else sells to them females
while we duck the mall cops
but ice cold paleish
doornails
daisies on shove, late to well wish
better off doves
carnations all in arrangements
yeah
intent to show love
my view is always adjacent to whatever’s above
and you lookin truly vacant
when trouble bubbles up
up
burners down
stove top way too hot
keep the juices in the brats
speak the true and keep the plot
reap the crucial
leave the block
see the boost and hold your spot
be the freshest while they rot
don’t get got
got, like, fifty benjis to the moniker
trina hit the lotto off these verses
while they ponder at they desk all the lyrics to once in a lifetime
hearing them talking heads while i’m screaming about how it’s my time
cause it is
every tick tock in my pocket
switched on
ride it on thick
about to rock
push pedal gas dip break
cl-ss had to wait
back when i had the black label stickers on my skate
on them rooftops
or in them ditches
cozy as cooling out
comfortable in them sitches
sunday morning easy
egga movie m-ffin
a windmill when it’s breezy
a turbine when it’s flooded
pack the action like i’m liam neeson
pleased to meet
please to beast and be all i can say and see
easy speech and creeping dirt away from me
you’re life’s a beach
i keep it concrete
(hold up)
i ain’t lookin at ya sideways
nah
it’s just your face is like on crooked
or something
i ain’t trying make your crew leave
nah
it’s just that we don’t want you feeling stupid
we h-lla cozy here
we keep it coolerator
you got a lotta blah blah
you need to see me later
take a hint
take a lift
get an uber
get a clue ask a friend homie

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