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yung tax collector - chronic depression 2 lyrics

[production tag]
jammy on the beat, boy

[verse 1]
kiss my own sister like my name is luke skywalker
clap the booty sound like lightning like i am jane foster
i am very sus like i am the imposter
cookin’ up songs like my name is betty crocker

[verse 2]
barber did me wrong now my hair looks like a barcode
my bratty sis, i can’t miss an episode
girlfriend broke up with me, like, cool story bro
this is what you listen to? i set the bar pretty low

[verse 3]
break your mom’s back like my name is bane
got called a simp now i’m gonna go insane
shoot a bunch of people like my name is gucci mane
got james charles locked up in a chain
blood splatting everywhere it’s about to rain
gotta crush on a girl but i don’t know her name
boutta get some little girls like my name is t+pain
my pee is so black i swear i’m in pain

[interlude 1]
i seriously have no idea how i somehow made another, a sequel to, a song that i haven’t even put out yet. like am i that dumb?
[verse 4]
chew a water bottle like i’m a sea creature
gotta hold someone hostage for a feature
subscribe to yo girl’s onlyfans nice to meet her
beating my wife, to my son, i’m a teacher
i have a daughter and i don’t feed her
amputate my leg, and now my knee hurts
karen took the kids, i don’t need her
lookin’ in yo window, i’m a creeper

[verse 5]
say h+llo there to yo mom i’m obi wan
gonna die solo like my name is han

[verse 6]
(get it? cause i’m gonna die alone?)
call me and yo girl skellys, we finna bone
in the middle of class i pull out my phone
then the whole class hears a loud moan
pull out my strap and everybody runs home
everybodys survivin’, bullets hit their dome (what?)

[interlude 2]
like seriously, my brain capacity’s literally the size, like, an atom like think about how dumb it is to include a sequel to a song, that’s in the same project as each other, like it’s just stupid

[verse 7]
like ash ketchum i’m never gonna age
and i like to keep your son in a cage
roblox girlfriend broke up with now i’m filled with rage
now i’m gonna go on a freaking rampage
[verse 8]
me and yo aunt we goin’ on a date
you slipped a roofie in my drink now i’m in a crate
she cut my pee pee off now i can’t escape
she made another one out of tape

[outro]
i dunno, really how to end this and also i still gotta do the same thing for this song for the next two songs. i dunno what im gonna say, i’ve practically run out of lyrics. so, man this ep sucks. i’m so tired of this music

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