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relatives collective - bath salts lyrics

[intro: gabe hendry]
i’m unsure when i’m offsh0r-
i’ll crowd-surf before the encore
i’m unsure when i’m offsh0r-
my funds real low, but i’m-

p-ss in the -ss, yeah

[chorus: treeboi woods, young friend]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up
yeah i put bath salts in the bubblegum
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up
yeah i’m bout to get nuts like it’s florida man
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up
yeah i put bath salts in the bubblegum
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up
yeah i’m bout to get nuts like it’s florida man

[verse 1: treeboi woods]
boi, i got somewhere to be
and i ain’t really be myself for like a couple of weeks
and i’m just tryna be the mothaf-cka with the hardest beats on lock
and this sh-t’s just started
so tell me whatchu want now
finna write a lil somethin’ for the kids tryna go wild
light a lil somethin’ when a b-tch tryna smoke loud
fight a fuccboi if he toy with the fam now
yeah, and we started a business
and i’m the boss like hugo
you know, we finna be the next mc/ceo’s in this b-tch
young hov in this b-tch, yeah
finna pop a lil ice on the wrist before he even get the first paycheck
i ain’t even worried ’bout that
pretty soon the banks gonna owe me money, yuh
ain’t that funny bruh?
spent 6 months livin’ real pretty
fly with the make-up, big fake t-tties
i’m gonna make up all these millies just doin’ whatever i want, yeah
f-ck all that sh-t that you talk man
we gettin’ filthy as f-ck, yeah
f-ck do you think that we on, fam?
just look at the name of the song man!

[verse 2: young friend]
lately, i’m feelin’ so d-mn numb
not afraid of what’s to come
mama askin’ why so glum?
got no money, got no money, yeah
shoes all in a sock-drawer, whatchu stop for?
baby, not sure
better back up quick
tell my father that i got this sh-t
i’m poppin’ in
no stoppin’ this, and we clockin’ in
and n0body wanna pay me to be crazy but i keep on bein’ psycho
i dance like michael
oh sh-t, he might go for it
got a trigger to the b-tton and he might pull it
sharp like bullet
god d-mn all in this sh-t, man, i’m goin’ off (goin’ off)
god d-mn all in this sh-t, man, i’m goin’ off (goin’ off)
no money but my pockets wide
moonwalk downtown and electric slide
moonwalk downtown and we hit the jive
when we hit the spot, yeah this sh-t’s on lock
woo
got xans in a mothaf-cka
got xans in a mothaf-cka
and a mothaf-cka ice cold

[outro: bentayman]
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pichuht pitchuht
brrrruh
ba pa!
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ba pa!
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