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glaive pissed but ft. lieu - soysmash lyrics

[intro: glaive]
i’m so p*ssed, i’m so p*ssed, i’m so p*ssed
i don’t know what it is, but i’m so p*ssed

[chorus: glaive]
i’m so p*ssed, i’m angry as f*ck
i wanna k!ll myself, but you’re calling my bluff
and your boyfriend wants to be just like us
i know you’re tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough
i’m so p*ssed, i’m angry as f*ck
i wanna k!ll myself, but you’re calling my bluff
and your boyfriend wants to be just like us
i know you’re tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough

[verse 1: glaive]
and i’m so angry all the time
got pins and needles in my spine
it’s not that bad, i’m quite alright
got two d*mn angels by my side
and i don’t do much, i don’t leave my house
but i don’t even need to, my friends leave me out
and i don’t need a girl, i don’t need a spousе
and that boy wanted smoke, now therе’s blood in his mouth
and i’ve always said karma’s a b*tch
i walk in that function, i step in that b*tch
and everyone talks so i’m talking my sh*t
and i’m done with the frontin’, i guess this is it
[chorus: glaive]
i’m so p*ssed, i’m angry as f*ck
i wanna k!ll myself, but you’re calling my bluff
and your boyfriend wants to be just like us
i know you’re tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough
i’m so p*ssed, i’m angry as f*ck
i wanna k!ll myself, but you’re calling my bluff
and your boyfriend wants to be just like us
i know you’re tired of this sh*t, yeah, enough is enough

[bridge: lieu]
i’m eating a jolly rancher

[verse 2: lieu]
i’m making money for sure
i keep that pole told lil bro “don’t fold”
i keep that glock and it go
and that mac got a scope
keep that clip if you run up
came with the stick out just like a drummer
you got to dig up your mother to hug her
and i’m making bands like a f*cking pack runner
i feel like shine the way that i’m on rico charges
i’m on parole, i’m on parole for murder
i just k!lled a family of five
that gun doesn’t have ammo in it like bro that’s a lie
i can be off*beat and i am still fye
you cap on the gram like we ain’t watching you at all times
i’m sipping wock until i go blind
i do not sip wock i don’t even know if that sh*t happens
glock about to clap like its magic
he talking sh*t we gonna spray at that f*ggot
and he want the rab method he can tap in
i feel like jame hallow tips never lacking
you hop on the beat and you go passive
i hop on the beat and i go aggressive
your pockets more poor than the great depression
we bout to turn up in this b*tch no need for compression
and that glock with a d*ck ’bout to teach you a lesson
just kidding that glock with a d*ck about to cave your d*mn head in
and that’s the sh*t you’ll be forgetting
rip bro now he’s floating with angels in heaven
i’m making money like devin
[outro: lieu]
(i’m sorry i just had to say that because i don’t know who devin is bro)
(like i**i needed a bar, but like, you know)
(um)
(you know, i hope you liked it)
(no, f*ck you, i don’t care if you like it, you know)
(it’s joke it was a joke dude)

- soysmash lyrics

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