pigeon - cole myer lyrics
okay
you should grab a seatbelt, let’s go for a ride
you should grab my hand cause i’m tryna make you mine
i’m tryna keep you out the sun but you still shine
i told y’all i found the one, they said you’re wasting time
i’m rick grimes if his son was still alive
my girl goin’ out her body, i’m goin’ out my mind
i always text you cappin’ about some sh*t but i told you that i’m lyin
i see a s*xy girl bat her eyes my way, aren’t you kind
i like my beef the same way as me, it’s prime
i’ll spend a quarter on you, baby, but you ain’t three dimes
i’m with the bay harbor butcher choppin’ up three guys
i’m with the police, findin’ evidence that i can hide
like you workin’ blood splatter up in homicide
you a sociopath, watchin’ others die
the plug a psychopath, he’s helpin’ others take their lives
you don’t wanna touch me, you wanna touch the sky
too bad, you go to h*e*double hockey sticks
she got this apartment last week, but it smells like fish
i need a cigarette, i’m thinkin’ about the nic
i need luke steffey to come here and punt, kick
my girl don’t want me, she just want another chick
so what i’m doin’ here? i’m in the corner rubbin’ stick
i walk up to a girl i like, like, may i have a fl!ck?
i asked her out to dinner and i p*ssed my pants a bit
i just made a naughty list, who’s gettin’ coal
told you i got potty, b*tch, where’s the hole?
i wanna see your v*g*n*, girl, that’s the goal
she was gettin’ hairy, this needs more than a lint roll
i season up buns the same way i do chicken, little bit of oil then the buns still stickin
she said she’d love to make it clap, come here, let’s get cl!ckin
i wanna see all you got and then l!ck it
i need my b*tch with the same appetite as a pigeon
she eat all the nut
i need my b*tch with that 3,000 f*ckin’ gluck gluck
i need my girl to take it all away, she a gut sl*t
you’re my op, i’m little caesars, you’re pizza hut
i like it when it’s frozen, take me out to digiorno
you’re the biggest back that i’ve ever seen gordo
i be with the homeless, catch me givin’ to the poor folk
she love me cause of my legs and my torso
i don’t got an appetite these days, i don’t wanna eat
only time i wanna eat when the chef serve me a beat
i be lookin’ at a wall and tickin, it’s add
i just got a smidgen on my mitten, it’s botherin’ me
i look at shottz drunk in the bar, he’s my dd
i gotta take a wazz, bartender hold my wee*wee
i bout broke even with the costs sellin’ cds
once i make it to the top, i’ll name my last album gg
it’s a good game
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