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vincent, the owl - cold sores lyrics

verse
pull up with a salvadoran nicole kidman
soon as vincent stroll in bartenders know the business
when i was young had goals and ambitions, somewhere
along the road liquor codependence owned the pole position
ya boy grew up without a bowl to p+ss in, dad
going missing, mom working two jobs to make sure we had a
loaded fridge, no rodents in the crib and a stove in the kitchen
y’all stay repeating how y’all clothes drippin, sh+t as a
kid my clothes dripped, cuz my mother had to wash my school
fit and line dry em every night cuz they the only ones i
owned that had fit, so in the morning pull the uniform from the
rope and clip, and throw them b+tches on even tho they was wet, and
hope the other kids ain’t notice the drip,that’s why my bevs be no soda mixed in, that’s why i
don’t stress these grown rappers throwing insults that are hidden,bring the jay to my lips like beyoncé knowles kissing
joe shmoes throwing shows just to
say they throwing shows, i ain’t showing unless my ven+mo
cl!cking, uber eats i ain’t coming home less im holding chicken
then i don’t dip until the folgers kicked in,vodka and oj got me slumped like nicole simpson
a lotta boldness in they posts but i see no mentions
god grant em serenity to accept things they can’t change
courage to change the things they can, and wisdom to know the difference

chorus:
shoot the whiskey but we slow pour the irish stout
throw your rocks, we blow torch the entire house
we not concerned with all the folklore
y’all lyin bout
all that sh+t talkin gon lead to cold sores inside ya mouth
shoot the whiskey but we slow pour the irish stout
throw your rocks, we blow torch the entire house
we not concerned with all the folklore
y’all lyin bout
all that sh+t talkin gon lead to cold sores inside ya mouth
verse 2: chris crack
people think that h+ll ain’t real wasn’t paying attention
i was on the jukebox playing selection
stending to several investments dope line im just tryna stretch it
uncle fester, she a good catcher, teaching hoes lessons
keep her melting
salad with pepperoni ain’t eating healthy
cheaper sections
always got weapons you get beat to death witlethal seconds, medieval legends
peep the peasants, i ain’t paying interest, on my fee collections
fill up my joint box, p+ssy like a coin slot
making sure my points drop, ain’t no gunshots, bumpin punk rock
i’m at the fun spot, you at the bus stop
keep the trunk locked, price of bodies, what the pump cost

- vincent the owl lyrics

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