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rivulet - slugcats on the moon (feat. looks to the moon) lyrics

[verse 1]
okay, it’s childish gambino (if you think you know the answer)
homegirl, drop it like the nasdaq
move white girls like there’s coke up my asscrack (don’t ask me)
move black girls ’cause, man, f+ck it, i’ll do either (if you feel like f+cking drowning)
i love p+ssy, i love b+tches (don’t tell me)
dude, i should be runnin’ peta (bababooey)
in adidas with some short shorts (when you haven’t seen yourself)
b+o+o all over me
my green is where it’s supposed to be (in a few weeks)
your green is in my grocery
this asian dude, i stole his girl, and now he got that kogi beef (when you’re crying on your bеdroom floor to me)
my d+ck is like an accent mark, it’s all about— (ladiеs, booty bounce to this)

[drop]
i’m distracted a lot, i just act without thought
nicotine, alcohol, you can’t help, not at all
i’m distracted a lot, i just act without thought
nicotine, alcohol, you can’t help, not at all
but i don’t wanna get better, if you’re cold you can have my sweater
i won’t ever leave my room, but i’m getting good at writing letters
but i don’t wanna get better, if you’re cold you can have my sweater
i won’t ever leave my room, but i’m getting good at writing letters
you make it look so easy, i’m ugly if i try
my place is out there somewhere, your place is next to mine
someday you’ll see me up there, i’ll make it up alive (hey, hey, hey)
if not, that’s okay with me too, i like to stay inside (hey, hey, hey, hey)
[verse 2]
hey, you little p+ss baby (i just act without thought)
you think you’re so f+cking cool, huh? (nicotine, alcohol, you can’t help, not at all)
you think you’re so f+cking tough? (i’m distracted a lot)
you talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck (i just act without thought, nicotine, alcohol)
aw, look at those arms, your arms look so f+cking cute (but i don’t wanna get better, if you’re cold you can have my sweater)
they look like lil’ cigarettes (i won’t ever leave my room)
i bet i could smoke you, i could roast you (but i’m getting good at writing letters)
and then you’d love it and you’d text me “i love you” (i won’t ever leave my room)
and then i’d f+cking ghost you

[drop]
with the big boys coming with the big stuff
i feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
big boys coming with the big trucks
feel so clean like a money machine (ladies, i wanna see you—)
big boys coming with the big trucks
feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
big boys coming with the picture
feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah

[outro]
feel so clean like a money machine
feel so clean like a money machine
feel so clean like a money machine
feel so clean like a money machine

- rivulet lyrics

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