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sbcltr – season pass lyrics

[verse 1: simon]
subculture in with a couple of images, spittin’ this imminent lyricist sh#t
i cannot tell if i fell in this well for the h#ll of it, if i get wet i get drip
i try to not give a sh#t
constipated
quick have a look at my wrist
could it distract from the fact that i’ve lacked the right confidence since the november 1#6
yuh, yuh

obsessive repressive, yeah manic depressive
this flow is a medicine, high off the benefits
head got me swellin’ for acetaminophen
yuh, yuh

i know i run outta luck
feel like my life is a rut
i know she don’t give a f#ck
wonder how long imma run
i cannot fake, i’ll admit it
when can a muhf#cka quit
will i quit bein’ a b#tch
when will i pump out these hits
i can’t be dead if i’m rich
i will not die till i’m rich
i will not die till i’m rich
yuh, aye

subculture on this sh#t
suck on my f#ckin’ d#ck
yuh, aye, let’s go

[hook: simon]
don’t know where imma go
still gonna need a pass
seasons almost over
tell me, do you think you’ll last?
i know you
i see you
still hide behind that glass
i know
yeah b#tch i know

[verse 2: boe]
i never gave a f#ck about the fame
all of sh#t drives you insane
you insecure b#tch
you clout chase for grain
but don’t realize the money won’t erase your pain
(won’t erase sh#t)
don’t run don’t hide
just pick a side
got me losing my sh#t
for your senseless pride
like grow the f#ck up
quit actin like a b#tch
soon as i say that
side switch real quick
(you’re)

emotionally unstable
your heart is unbearable
keep that to yourself
or find someone who’s mental
i take it right outta your chest
leave you right on the floor
next one clean up the mess
yeah, yeah
next one can clean up the mess
i never give but my best
in all that i do
don’t even compare to the rest
these n#ggas that sleep in
same ones in the deep end
when the time come to takin’ the test
i’m kaballin and saucin’ on all these young n#ggas
i sit at the top of my tower
awaitin’ the next challenger
like who’s next?

[hook: simon]
don’t know where imma go
still gonna need a pass
seasons almost over
tell me, do you think you’ll last?
i know you
i see you
still hide behind that glass
i know
yeah b#tch i know

[verse 3: zire]
put my d#ck in her throat
she gon’ choke she want more
i eat p#ssy like an asian
but i’m black, c#ck a blasian
bust like a barber i like to fade
n#ggas be trees with all of this shade
bust like yo pockets, your b#tch is hurt
hoe talking sh#t put her mom in the dirt

she lovin’ the d#ck like “oh my god!”
just like we fishing, grab on my rod
i’m unreal like i’m a mod
quickscope a n#gga like it’s cod
i don’t know why you talking
you a b#tch so get to walking
shotgun is what i’m c#cking
stay right there let’s get to popping (aye)
stay right there let’s get to popping (aye)
(aye)

[hook: simon]
don’t know where imma go
still gonna need a pass
seasons almost over
tell me, do you think you’ll last?
i know you
i see you
still hide behind that glass
i know
yeah b#tch i know

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