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waldorf's finest - n0m0re! lyrics

[chorus: dc cruz]
i’m so down yeah
im so high yeah
i feel sick yeah
time flies by
you trust i’m fine
i must be lyin’
i’m so down yeah
im so high yeah
i feel sick yeah
time flies by
you trust i’m fine
i must be lyin’

down in the dumps again (woah)
we down in the dumps again (woah)
she’s tellin’ me, she’s tellin’ me
she’s sayin’ life sucks again (woah)

[verse: dc cruz]
i’m back and i’m better
took a break, aye, listened to the heavier metal
from a bird’s eye view she can ruffle my feathers
got my eye on the prize, yeah, cash on the retina
she’s too much, this too much
my head hurts, it’s a blood rush
she in first place, we the runner-up
yeah, my heart aches, it’s some hard stuff
this some horror stuff
this that “ghost down in the bas-m-nt lock the door” stuff
this that “sunday picnic chilling in the morgue” stuff
we got demons we got goblins in our corridors

down in the dumps again (woah)
we down in the dumps again (woah)
she’s tellin’ me, she’s tellin’ me
she’s sayin’ life sucks again (woah

[verse: t-pickles]
(yeah)
yeah i’m down in the trenches
i be sitting slumped down on them public benches
time, money, blood, love, that ain’t come for free..
see me 2025 pull up in a model three
or a sp-ce coupe?
see me make moves
i just worry bout the way that you fake moves
that’s the way no debate you a snake to heartbreak
rollie water that’s a fact, ain’t no fake news
double g buckle my belt (what)
dealt with the hand i was dealt (wait)
waldorfian n-gga we felt (yeah)
i don’t need help, that’s not what you felt
i just be thinking ‘bout what to do
if it all catch up to me
guess only time and we’ll see

[verse: g-dog]
(yeah)
i told her i don’t wanna do this no more
i called her an uber and she walked out the door
i remember all the times when we used to shine
but this was the time when she crossed the line
now i’m all alone and i don’t even know what the f-ck i’m doing
all of what we had now it is completely ruined
i am in the dumps and there’s no chance of improving
no no
no more riding with you in the rolls royce
no more flexing with you on these broke boys
no more chilling listening to music choice (music choice)
no more on the phone listening to your voice

[outro: g-dog]
waldorf’s finest

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