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lirik lagu yellow beatle – cet mxd

trynna be a yellow beatle surrounded by f*cking wasps
in the stu by myself wrapping up a monologue
what the hands say i’m illiterate to *n*log
left right duck cut and he’s clocking off
over *n*lyze the paper planes that i’m managing
wheels keep coming off up in smoke vanishing
keep a bad b*tch in the pits call her lazarus
resurrected feeling rested sorry am i stammering?
believe me i got the math sk!lls of half an asian’s
meaning all my risks shall remain twice calculated
that’s the sh*t that keep my wrists away from lacerations
but my knuckles still bleeding red eyes rеd pavement

said i’m not depеndent and i really wish i meant it
you ever f*cking wake up and you really wish you didn’t
cuz your legs don’t work and your face devoid of feeling
weed way too loud i might buy a honda civic
rip krillin i’m running with piccolo pick it tho
b*tches pay me like a jiggolo
can’t wait for christmas i smoked all the mistletoe
lonely as f*ck so i sit back and sip alone

bobbing and weaving on my triple g sh*t
arms are tied down when i’m sparring with demons
seasons are changing my moods remain leases
i rent from my ancestors ghengis khan greetings
woke up today like a bad b*tch getter
but imma fat motherf*cker eat a bad b*tch dinner
f*ck a sad boy summer this a sad ch*nk winter
and fall and spring i’m here i’m bitter

like these bottles i keep tipping back why i’m doing that?
like you bipolar you think the influence is just cool with that?
like all the sh*t that you ruined is gon lead you just to ruin rap
happiness glimpses in passing f*ck you got me looking at

f*ck you got me looking back
tell me to look into your eyes but where your nipples at
split second decisions to yak or hold my liquor back
i need a second opinion to rap or go to history class
like f*ck you ms piper
went back to sleep when i woke up look whiter
i’m agni lil b*tch so come set me on fire
but i know i’m a god so the sun gon perspire
i demand it got some xanax on my mind
like i’m marilyn or i’m manson with the 9
i offend you eat a canine with the fries
dr jekyll came to speak with mr hyde

moving to fast need to slow my velocity
wake up but my mind stuck in abjective poverty
imma bipolar sh*t playing manic monopoly
smoking weed in a house full of xanax and coffee beans
i been coughing and contemplating
my reasonings complicated
i get high by myself because i hate making conversations
mental codes constant changing
we make up i’m h*lla faded
waking up elevated screaming f*ck being medicated
trynna be a yellow beatle surrounded by f*cking wasps
in the stu by myself wrapping up a monologue
what the hands say i’m illiterate to *n*log
left right duck cut and he’s clocking off
over *n*lyze the paper planes that i’m managing
wheels keep coming off up in smoke vanishing
keep a bad b*tch in the pits call her lazarus
resurrected feeling rested sorry am i stammering?

- cet mxd

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