youth // service – comatose lyrics
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[verse: julian terblanche]
f+ck bout the paper and money
your flexes so funny
my nose getting runny
i make a stack and i’ll run it
no word out in public
we all doin’ something
i’m eating good you on cheerios
packing old beef we don’t carry those
put a hand under the pantyhose
tell her i love her then fall out like dominos
building on sk!lls i’m an architect
smoking some herb where the garden at
spinning my words like a pirouette
i heard you capping, no percocet
i might say f+ck it
youth // service we run it
you tripping off something
go comatose
locked in you still bumping
we got the block jumping
this sh+t ain’t for nothing
our doors closed
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