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sam lachow - ambivalent lyrics

[chorus — wilson luxurious]
j-j-jimmy crack corn, and i don’t care (wow)
{b-b-by oh by ohio playas}(?)
i’m all tore up, but i don’t care (oh wow)
pack white as albino hair
can’t handle the truth, i go there
the freaks at night, i go there
your face scrunched up, but i don’t care
everybody f-cked up, everybody f-cked up

[verse 1 — sam lachow]
okay, first step inside of the room, everybody in the room knew that i had arrived (okay)
in the mirror, in the morning, in my fruit-of-the-loom i say, “you do you” and then i keep it on my mind, cause i’m cool
cooler than a hipster with her tatoo
cooler than a piña colada in cancún
i’m a big kid with a big dream (dream, dream)
give me drums i’ll spit a sixteen (uh-huh)
weird nights convulsing – sip, sniffing, indulging
cheers, here’s to twenty more years of me adulting
back up in it and i’m laughing with ’em
i’m in dan-ger someone call a thousand angels like hey
la-di-da-di, give me some guidence
i’m going back to walla walla – eeny meeny miny mo’ problems
i’m honestly tryna to be honest
i promise i’m honest

[chorus — wilson luxurious]
jimmy crack corn, and i’m ambivalent (wow)
up like a kid on christmas
i plead the fifth, i am sippin’ it (oh wow)
you don’t like it get a job with benefits
how you gunna know kalamazoo in michigan?
but you don’t know magoo and timberland
i’m all tore up, but i’m not rippin’ it
everybody f-cked up, everybody-

[verse 2 — sam lachow]
you don’t gotta be rich for pete’s sake
i don’t know who you callin’ a cheap date
pane e rose with a cheese plate, resume the toast
the worst things i choose the most
i wrote a handbook, teachin’ y’all the “do’s and don’ts”
i got some iwah-issues, i got a trick in my sleeve
you got some iwah-yayo, you prolly pick up from me
i got some throwaway bars, you prolly never hear those
i’m talking like de niro, i got a throwaway phone
-deep intake-
i’m not per-fect, i once freed seven monkeys from the cir-cus
and i turned my phone off on pur-pose
i put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it, like
ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup
hold my drink, it’s been a hard night’s day
i need some huckleberry kush, grow my strain
too many got-d-mn bartenders know my name
feel like a barfly, too many friends around that aren’t mine, couple thousand gigs like a hard drive
now all my pill-poppers, ill-toppers, and bell-bops
sippin’ well vodka with some distilled water we still talkin’
no more c-ke or xanax for me – marijuana, p-ssy, and liquor’s all i need (no more c-ke or xanax for me – marijuana, p-ssy, and liquor’s all i need)

[outro — wilson luxurious]
i fell asleep at the wheels of steel, shuffle playing ronnie james dio
til’ the ship goes down and dicaprio leo’s, hangin’ on an iceberg chillin’ in a cold world
dope girl say the go girl
just a little bit, give me hors d’oeuvre
if you got it better get it, yeah you know girl
have a nice life, being in the lime light
yeah!

- sam lachow lyrics

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