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yung tax collector - heads nod lyrics

[intro 1: yung tax collector & yung liver donor]

if you don’t sacrifice for what you want, (if you don’t sacrifice for your soul,)
what you want will become the sacrifice (your soul will become the sacrifice)

[intro 2: yung tax collector & yung liver donor]

yuh, that’s a alex [?] quote, actually (that’s a me quote)
and also, you know… yung liver donor (that’s my name), he ain’t been in the stu in a while (no, no i haven’t), so (i have not)… it’s the return (return, boy) (what?)

[verse 1: yung tax collector]
ay, look
these haters playin’ games like petscop
i write rhymes with a mic and a desktop
i might need to take a rest stop
my rhymes flowin’, yeah you know i make heads nod

uh, you know the vibes they goin’ up
had a birthday party, but n0body really showin’ up
uh, now i’m sad, tears up in my cup
now i’m mad, uh, enough, if you up

i’m tryna find a countability for my sins
dunk on the devil, you know i hang on the rim
all i see is fake smiles, and plastic grins
lotta weight on my shoulders like i’m goin’ to the gym, ay

i look fly like twenty+one pilots
i was blind, god opened up my eyelids
i got pride, i cannot hide it
i’m gassin’ up my bros like i’m joe biden

yuh, heroes and villains, metro boomin
up in the church, you know i be coolin’
make another song, i didn’t want to do it
put out another hit cause people here, and i be droolin’
yo, yld, wanna come in real quick?

[verse 2: yung liver donor & yung tax collector]

sho thing, yung tax, make the rhyme real sick (ooh!)
boutta drop another album, make the whole deal sl!ck (yuh, ay, get it, get it)
tryna stack up all my green, just like pickle rick (stack it up, like)
tryna stack up all my good deeds like a sandwich (ooh, ooh, ooh, uh)

whenever i drop another hit like one punch (oh, uh, what)
drill it in your heads that we boppin’ like curb stomp (yuh, yuh, yuh, ay)
bumpin’ all our music in the churches and the masjids (ay, ay yuh)
first thing people see with the good news, apostles (uh, uh)

really got flaws, i don’t wanna show ’em
really got sins, i really want ’em goin’ (really)
but i got one thing right: got god and he showin’ (ooh)
me how to live right, now i be rollin’ (ay, ay, ay)

salute the prophet, or kahoot for profit (ooh! yeah)
make another beat, add another dollar (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
rack another heat+er, grab ’em by the collar (grab ’em)
load up the repeater, make the devil holler (make ’em holler)

scripture my own weapon ‘longside loaded .45 (bam, bam, bam)
demons wanna creep up in my spot, i make ’em hide (ooh!)
everybody got they own mistakes, don’t gotta lie (yuh)
shaitan run up in my home, revelation 12:9 (ay, ay)
pray for myself, family, and friends (pray)
my own soul, the world’s will end (end)
our vessels all breached, our minds will bend (everybody celebrate the new faith of)
when we all die, meet al+azim (ytc and yld) (ooh, ooh, ooh)

[outro: yung liver donor]

most great, exalted
praise be to god almighty, yahweh, our lord our god, el+shaddai adonai
bismillah al+rahman al+raheem
shalom
assalamu alaik+m wa rahmatullah
peace

- yung tax collector lyrics

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