a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

stain lick records - aint it mane lyrics

i’m a four+time felon. i have crippling anxiety. i’m extremely depressed
i’m pretty sure i’m a psychopath and at this point the shadow people won’t even talk to me
basically, my life is in f+cking shambles
but you know what they say

ain’t it mane ain’t it mane
i’m out of liquor so i’m sippin’ saint germain
gas, gas, gas light
i don’t make mistakes. i was whippin’ in the kitchen, servin’ i ain’t
table wait yeah, yeah

talking ye’, i sold white, wide awake the whole night
strong rocks, dolemite i hate every soul in sight
i don’t, i don’t, i don’t like conversations. go away
i got people trying to k!ll me. it be hard to show my face

but i still do. i’m a piece of sh+t, mildew
i keep a glock, it’s in my pocket and i will k!ll you
i’m a rash, black mold, i’m a bad batch of coke
b+tch, i’m back, assh0l+. still a f+cking assh0l+

also, a d+ck don’t ask me questions. i ain’t knowin’ sh+t
i’m buyin’ coke to sniff it. if i don’t, then i’ma throw a fit
before i leave my house without my glock, i’ll shoot myself with it
i ain’t got no friends. i’m throwin’ d+ck. i’m posted with a b+tch
i’m probably f+ckin’ too. i don’t like no one. i don’t f+ck with you
if it ain’t some it’s a f+ckin’ other. that ain’t nothin’ new
if i robbed you in the past, it’s cause i couldn’t trust you
but if you take enough l’s, you could spell a w

i’m low, dirt. i’m down to earth. i need a fix. i’m down to work
before i ever shout a slur, i’d be a f+ckin’ county clerk
before i’d be a county clerk, i’d be in county countin’ perks
four+time felon, never said a thang, not a word

ill twerk before i chirp, before i sing, i’ll sing in church
i plead the fifth. i do not speak. i’m talkin’ sh+t. i plead the first
heart cold, freezer burn, extremely hurt
flapjack, frost, takin’ candy from a f+ckin’ baby

peek+a+burr
peek+a+burrr
peek+a, peek+a, peek+a+burr
peek+a+burr

ain’t it mane
ain’t it mane
i’m out of liquor so i’m sippin’ st. germain
gas, gas, gas. lighting i don’t make mistakes

i was whippin’ in the kitchen serving
i ain’t table wait i’m talking ye’, i sold white
wide awake the whole night
strong rocks, dolemite. i hate every soul in sight
i don’t, i don’t, i don’t like conversations
go away
i got people tryin’ to k!ll me. it’d be hard to show my face
but i still do

- stain lick records lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS