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pandaraps - yousah lyrics

[intro]
cult

[verse 1]
queer captain of the ship, pass you passive in a fit of rage
in the age of passive assh0l+s, petty b+tch
you a party p++pin’ patty
i pop off the party in a pinch
i’m papa lapa, crackalackin’, cadillacin’, pimpin’ sh+t (mm)
well, not really
guess i’m more suburban in the fit of the world at large
and ’cause it’s large as it really is
i’m always feeling lost tryna figure out my niche
where’s my place? what’s my purpose?
why am i pursuit of this?
and i should probably have that figured out, but
i need a break, i’m kinda new to this
but f+ck the scrutinous
petty judass who backstabbin’ when you least expect it
i’ma keep collected, over beats and tempo
with holidays vibrato and mile’s trumpet
i’m thе king of jazz, swingin’ the keys of f+ck it
femboy on thе mic’, playin’ d+ck like it’s a clarinet
ride it off into the sunset while you sit and stare and twitch

[chorus]
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a baby bitty b+tch
you’s an assh0l+ sittin’ on a swingset made of d+cks
you’s a b+tch, hope you die chokin’ on a d+ld+ made of brick
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a baby bitty b+tch
you’s an assh0l+ sittin’ on a swingset made of d+cks
you’s a b+tch, hope you die chokin’ on a d+ld+ made of brick
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch
[verse 2]
this a flea+fl!cker, pot sticker, please b+tches
i’m the corduroy king, common place, theive peasant
de+stress, weed sessions like f+ck a plateau
we be higher than them redwood trees that breathe essence of life
i light candles at night, take no damage in fights
still unsure of my rights from my wrongs
still steady shopping at the bed, bath, beyond
still slappin’ jewels out of bratty teens’ hands and flipping they moms
still keep it c+cky in my target decor
this a 2000 dre reference just to kick this sh+t off
drop kick the cardinal, colonal carnival with no lime for the rides
lo+fi guys, they definin’ the vibe
check my iris, it wide
check my life, sh+t wild
thank my father and my mother for my pain that’s my privelege to hide
thank the world for its every life (thank you)
thank the never ending darkness for all of this light (thank you, thank you)
thank the people for the heart of their plight
push away god, though he show me the signs
push away love though it’s all that i find
heart hold on hate ’til faith turn totally blind
i ain’t got the time to figure out my design
i’d rather run circles ’round you rappers while i’m screaming, losing my mind
singing silly stupid sh+t that i like, like
[chorus]
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a baby bitty b+tch
you’s an assh0l+ sittin’ on a swingset made of d+cks
you’s a b+tch, hope you die chokin’ on a d+ld+ made of brick
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a baby bitty b+tch
you’s an assh0l+ sittin’ on a swingset made of d+cks
you’s a b+tch, hope you die chokin’ on a d+ld+ made of brick
you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch

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