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yungster jack - ​i feel gross lyrics

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[intro]
safeguard
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross (yungster jack)
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross

[chorus: yungster jack]
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross

[verse 1: yungster jack]
i feel gross
i f+cked up
stick my head in the toilet bowl
tell that hoe, touch her toes
she wanna f+ck, she want some love, and she want smoke
you’re at a stop, and i’m on go
i’m smoking guts, i’m picking bones
take it around to the end zone
moving money around on my phone
books on her face, like centerfield (centerfield)
moving around on some better pills (better pills)
d+doin’ sh+t that you never will (never will)
mixing up some sh+t with some everclear (everclear)
get a f+ckin’ box, meta+metal gear (meta+metal gear)
smokin’ sh+t that made me shed a tear (shed a tear)
i hope that this year is a better year (better year)
there’s so+there’s so many people in here so get out of here
put on some mascara to pretty up (pretty up)
go grab my bags just to ready up (i’m all readied up)
it’s 3am, you’re already up (you’re readied up)
g+g+g+go on a trip and i got plenty books (i got plenty books)
x+x+xl hoodie on me, [?] ([?])
y+y+y+y+you’re lookin’ pretty dumb (pretty dumb)
i+i+i+i’m starting to feel pretty numb (pretty numb)
c+c+chewin’ on bar like some f+ckin’ gum (gum)
i’m on the edge, i might f+cking jump (jump)
take that pack and run, just like forrest gump (and run)
2 mil a gram, i’m very slow (i’m very slow)
pass bro the ball so he can f+ck his [?]
[verse 2: clearvision]
i’m gonna throw up b+tch, i’m not gon’ clear you
bags in the back like [?]
go k!ll you up, why do you look so pressed?
i’ll just dehydrate you, i+i+i swear
i been feeling so sick lately
i might go quarantine even though i’m not [?]
[?]
they looked at my death [?] (anyways)
i feel gross, i’m in the zone (in the zone)
[?]
she text me when i’m back, she [?]
i didn’t text her back, so she called me on her phone
cycles never ending like its pt (pt+pt+t+t)
gotta wash my clothes, not ’cause i’m sticky (s+sticky, sticky)
28 designer, i’m a zombie (z+z+zombie, zombie)
[?], i might fall down, i’m feelin’ dizzy (d+dizzy)

[chorus: yungster jack]
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross
i feel gross



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